BWWM Romance: Crossing The Line: Interracial Romance / Wealthy Love Interest Read Online Free Page A

arm.
    Shawna stumbled, startled, then stopped, wrenching her arm free. "Ow! That was rude."
    "I thought we agreed that you weren't going to hook up with anyone while you were here."
    Shawna tilted her head and huffed indignantly. She realized that Virgil's jacket was still draped across her shoulders. She slipped it off and turned to go back. "Wait. This is his."
    "Leave it in the lost and found."
    "What is your deal?"
    "He isn't right for you."
    "You don't know him." Shawna wrenched herself free from Mikki's grip. "Excuse me while I return this and apologize for you being an ass."
    "Don't worry about it," Virgil said, walking by. "Keep it. I'll pick it and you up Thursday."
    "Sounds good," Shawna said.
    Virgil smiled at Shawna and gave Mikki a dark look. They watched as he parted the crowd with minimal effort and disappeared through the main entrance.
    "You're drunk," Shawna said to Mikki.
    "I haven't been drinking."
    "You could've fooled the hell out of me." Shawna slipped her arms into the sleeves of the leather jacket and followed Virgil's path out the door. The courtyard was much cooler than the balcony, which probably held heat from the building. Shawna groaned, realizing that once again she had left her ride inside the building. She decided to drive herself to wherever she was going from now on.
    A gargantuan, black pickup truck pulled in front of her and Virgil opened the door. "Hey, beautiful! Let's run away!" he called over the roar of the engine. Shawna’s heart raced at his boldness. She stepped up and took Virgil's hand. He pulled her into the seat and she closed the door, sealing off the sounds outside.
    "Who in the world needs this much vehicle?"
    "Like it?"
    "It's . . . huge."
    "Let's just say I like it when people get the hell out of my way." Virgil threw the truck in gear and peeled out of the parking lot. Shawna gaped out the window as people came to the front of the hotel to see what was making all the noise. Anger washed over their faces as the thrust of Virgil's engine destroyed the illusion of peace and elegance.
    "It's probably too late for Italian," he said, giving her a flirtatious look.
    "I could use a burger."
    "Burger it is!"
    Hard rock boomed through the speakers and Shawna stared at the radio. Feeling her awkwardness, Virgil turned down the volume. "Sorry about that. Not your scene?"
    "Not really. I mean . . . it's a new experience."
    He gave her a half smile. "I'm all for new experiences."
    Virgil rolled past Shawna's apartment. She felt a jolt of anxiety. "Where are we going?"
    "Ever have a Forney's burger? You'll never want anything else." Virgil glanced over at Shawna. "I'm not dangerous, if that's what you're thinking."
    "I wasn't thinking that."
    "You're a bad liar. That's good to know."
    "I probably should've thought twice before just jumping in your truck."
    "Well, you were going to do it Thursday night. What's the difference?"
    Shawna nodded and relaxed, unfolding herself from her arms to her ankles. He was right. She would've ended up alone with him eventually. Scratching the back of her head, she wondered where the nervousness came from. Was it because of Mikki's reaction to him? Did she know something Shawna didn't?
    Virgil slowed down and merged with traffic.
    "I'm from Nebraska," he said. "We moved here when I was in middle school. My mom's law firm decided to open a satellite branch and sent her here to look after it. My father jokes that it was their way of getting rid of her. I went to film school for two years before dropping out to go into music. My favorite colors are black and blood red. I like to cut up strawberries into my cereal and I still watch cartoons. There . . . no more stranger-danger."
    "I love cartoons," Shawna said, laughing. "And strawberries."
    "Oh, well then. Guess who's getting a milkshake?"
    They ordered their food via the drive-thru. Shawna sat, wide-eyed, as Virgil ran off a list of menu items into the speaker. He asked her if there was anything she