that.” Lamest pick-up line ever.
His bottom lip stuck out. “What? I’m just trying to let you know how I feel about you.”
God, this guy is unreal. “And how do you feel about me after knowing me for all of fifteen minutes?”
“I think you’re pretty and full of spunk.” He leaned in close enough his breath grazed the nape of her neck.
A cold chill ran through her.
“And I’d like to get to know you a whole lot better.”
She swallowed her laughter. No way did she want what he offered. “Listen, I’m only here to get your aunt and her friends off my back.”
“I am, too, so why don’t we have fun while we’re here?”
Why did she suddenly feel like his prey? “I’m not interested in your type of fun.”
“Then why are you wearing such a short dress revealing your miles of legs?” He closed the gap between them, grabbing her hips and yanking her toward him. “You have your hair all done up. Your tits are practically falling out of your shirt, and you smell so damn good.”
Bile rose from her stomach. Images of Dirk flashed through her mind. No way. Not again.
She spun away from Sol. Her feet slipped out from under her. Falling. Oh, God. Swinging her arms, she tried to regain her balance.
“Hey, Sol, long time no see. Who’s the chick you’re with?”
She turned her head to see who had spoken. Wrong move.
Rachel landed in the river with a splash. An eruption of laughter came from the shore, where Sol and his friend threw their heads back and held their stomachs.
“You could help me up, you know.” Why did she end up wet when she went out with a guy?
“I have to stop laughing first,” Sol said.
Silt tickled the backs of her thighs. She stood, her clothes dripping water and mud.
His friend clasped his shoulder. “That was fuckin’ hilarious. Though it would have been better if we’d seen more of what’s under the skirt.”
“Hardy, har, har.” After climbing up the bank, she marched over to her asshole of a date. Like she could return to the picnic in such a state. And she sure as hell didn’t want to spend any more time with him. “This isn’t going to work. You can tell your aunt…whatever.”
“Thank God I’m off the hook.” He turned his back to her. “C’mon, Troy. Let’s go to the beach. I have a better chance of getting some action there.”
She stood in the grass, still dripping, mouth open. What a jerk! He hadn’t even bothered to help her, to make sure she was okay. Now she had to find her own way home with sopping clothes. Taking them off wouldn’t work this time. The park was packed with people. Everyone would stare, and nothing bothered her more than being the center of attention.
“You like getting wet or something?”
She froze, her panties soaked, but not from the river. How did his voice have such power over her body? It wasn’t as if she’d even seen him coming, heard him approach.
Oh, God, her clothes. The murky water couldn’t have done anything positive for her appearance. Heat flared across her neck, ears, and cheeks. Why does he show up lately when I’m at my worst after being ditched by a guy? Is he my secret knight-in-shining-armor? She straightened the hem of her shirt. I wish.
With her stomach in knots, she turned around slowly, bracing for his reaction.
Wearing a ball cap, boot-cut jeans, and an oh-so-tight T-shirt, he could say anything he wanted as long as she didn’t have to look away. Her fingers tingled, longing to touch him again.
He smirked. Great, she probably resembled a drowned rat. She glanced down, scuffling her sandal across the mud. “I kind of had an accident.”
“Accident?” His words came out sharp, his eyes cold in their gaze. “From what I saw, you were pushed in. Was that kid your date?”
“Supposed to be.” What’s his problem? He’d never shown any interest in her. Why did it suddenly matter who she went out with? Though she would jump at the chance for a night with him. Never going to