Part 4 (1/2)

”You don't need those things, Jill. You need an independent front and rear suspension.”

”I need GPS.”

”You need antilock brakes.”

”They all have antilock brakes.” I roll my eyes at him and his lips twitch but he keeps that stern look on his face.

G.o.d, I want to kiss him.

”How long have you two been together?” the salesman asks with a chuckle and Zack and I both freeze.

”Oh, we're not together,” I rush to a.s.sure him. ”We're just friends.”

Zack doesn't say anything at all, his jaw just ticks when he clenches it shut, and the salesman just shrugs and chuckles.

”Okay then. Sounds like the Edge might be a good fit for you.”

”Do you have red? That's one of my must-haves.”

Zack mutters about women and their priorities as we're shown to a beautiful red Edge that has all of my wants and Zack's requirements.

I sit in the driver's seat and sigh in contentment.

”I'll take it.”

Zack shoots me a scowl. ”Can we have a moment, please?”

”Sure, take your time.” The salesman leaves us be, sitting in the warm vehicle. I push the b.u.t.ton for the seat warmer and grin when I feel my a.s.s begin to warm up.

”My a.s.s is warm.”

”It's going to be when I put you over my knee and spank your a.s.s.”

I gape at him and then laugh, holding the steering wheel in a death grip.

Just the thought of it has me squirming.

”What did I do wrong now?”

”'I'll take it'?” He rubs his fingers over his mouth and I can't help but watch the motion.

”I want this car.”

”He's a salesman, Jill. Jesus, play a little hard to get.”

And just like that my heart freezes.

”Thanks for reminding me that that's not my strong suit.” My voice is hard and I hate that I can feel heat on my cheeks from embarra.s.sment. ”I'll take it doesn't mean he'll get the price he's asking for. I'm also a salesperson.”

”That's not what I meant.”

”You know, I don't just jump into bed with men.” Dear G.o.d, shut up! Stop talking!

”Jilly, that's not what I meant at all, d.a.m.n it.”

I shake my head and move to open the door, but he grips my hand in his, stopping me.

”Of course I don't think that about you. Jill . . .”

He cups my cheek in his palm and forces me to meet his gaze.

”Look . . .”

Before he can say any more, my phone rings in my pocket.

”Hold on.” I smile when I see Max's name on the caller ID. ”Hey, Max.”

Zack's eyes narrow on mine as he watches me, listening unabashedly.

”Hey, Jill. I wanted to check in with you to make sure that you're okay after our run-in yesterday.”

”Oh, I'm fine. It was a tiny dent. I'm actually at the dealers.h.i.+p now, trading it in anyway.”

”Good, I'm glad to hear it. Hey, let me make it up to you. I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight.”

”Really?” I bite my lip and watch Zack's face redden, his jaw clench. Why is he so p.i.s.sed?

”Sure, it'll be fun to catch up. Sounds like there's a lot of gossip to fill me in on.”

I smile. ”There is. Sure, dinner sounds good.”

”Awesome. I'll pick you up at seven.”

”Actually, I'll just meet you at seven. Just text me and let me know where.”

”No problem. See you later, Jill.”

I click off and frown at Zack.

”What?”

”You know, Max always was a womanizer.”

”So?”