“Be serious.” He had no idea how much she wanted to take him up on his offer.
“Oh, I am serious.” He patted his lap again. “Come on, princess. You know you want to. If you’re gonna make me ride to the park in this God-forsaken vehicle, then I need some perks.” He eyed her breasts and her traitorous nipples jumped for joy.
“The limo’s not a perk?”
“Hardly.”
“Well, then that coffee’s the only perk you’re getting this morning, so you better enjoy it while it’s hot.”
He grumbled again, but grabbed his cup and resumed his position.
“Garrett, we need to talk about last night.” Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she broached the subject.
“Sit on my lap and we’ll talk.”
The roughness of his voice sent a shiver up her spine. The sensation branched out, coursed through her veins as if he’d touched her.
“You’re not helping.”
“I didn’t know I was supposed to be.”
She threw her hands up. “Jesus, you’re impossible!”
His expression was one of pure male irritation. “Fine. Talk.” He cocked a brow as he waited for her to say something.
She scowled. She hadn’t slept well either, but she wasn’t taking it out on him. “You don’t have to be so testy.”
“I’m running on no sleep and very little coffee. I’m gonna get shit like you won’t believe for showing up in this fancy rig every day when a fucking rental car would have suited me just fine.” He blew out a breath and ran his hand over his head. “Now, you’re about to give me all the reasons why last night was a mistake. You’ll rationalize, throw my job and your father at me. Then, you’ll tell me it can’t ever happen again. I’d be surprised if you didn’t try to give me the ‘let’s be friends’ bit. I get it. Hell, I’ll probably even agree with you.” His eyes turned dark, his voice strained. “And then you’ll expect me to forget how you burned in my arms and that I’m so hard for you right now I can’t see straight. So, yeah, Jessa. I’m a little fuckin’ testy.”
Stunned, Jessa bit her cheek. Her gaze darted to his lap, eliciting a growl from him as he shifted to the seat across from her. The move poked at her temper. “You know, you aren’t the only one who had a rough night so you can shove the attitude. You can have a fucking rental car after I leave. The limo wasn’t my idea. Dad insisted.” Tears threatened the edges of her lids and Jessa rolled her head back in an effort to keep them from trailing down her cheeks. Garrett had been right, about most of it anyway. Deep down, she knew he wasn’t mad at her. It wasn’t her fault, hell, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Things were how they were and that meant it sucked to be them right now.
“Great. Talk over?”
She turned to the window. “I guess that pretty much covers it. I wish …” She didn’t know what she wished. That he played for a different team? That her dad wouldn’t have a coronary at the thought of her dating a ballplayer — one of his ballplayers? That the sight of Garrett didn’t make her weak?
Yeah, that about covered it.
He cursed and sat forward, his arms braced on his knees. “Jesus, Jess. I’m sorry. I’m a total bastard without sleep. I didn’t mean to attack you like that.”
She nodded. “You were wrong about one thing.”
He raised a questioning brow.
“I wasn’t going to tell you last night was a mistake.”
He seemed to consider her words before he sunk back into the seat. “That’s good, because I’m not sorry about last night either. So, that leaves us … where exactly?”