World's Worst Boyfriend: A Romantic Comedy Adventure (Fake It Book 3) by Carina Taylor (ebook reader online txt) 📗

I didn’t think I’d obey that sexy voice. I turned my back to him.

Chapter Nineteen

Saidy

I’m not sure how it happened.

One minute I was turning to follow West and Zoe, the next I found myself sitting in the back seat of Fletcher’s car watching him walk around to the driver’s side.

He’d lifted me completely off the ground as though I weighed nothing. My threat of causing bodily harm hadn’t stopped him when he opened the door of his car and set me down in the back seat. He’d slammed the door and pointed at me threateningly.

I sat there in shock as I watched him climb into the front seat and start the car. Throwing it into reverse, he peeled out of the parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the large biker helping Zoe into her car.

“We can’t leave Zoe yet!” I told him as I leaned forward over the middle console.

“Yes, we can.” Fletcher practically barked at me. “West will make sure she gets home all right.”

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to yell at me. You were the one who shoved me into the car!”

“What were you thinking?” He was still yelling. I really needed to get him a decibel meter.

“I was thinking I wanted to do something adventurous!”

Fletcher slammed a palm onto the steering wheel. “Go for a hike next time! It’s not safe for you back there.”

“But you’ve been there,” I accused.

“That’s different,” he huffed.

“How so?” I shot back as I gripped the back of his seat to keep from slamming across the car as he lurched around a corner.

“I didn’t want to go there!” he said in a raised voice.

“Then why did you?” I yelled back.

He clenched his jaw, the muscle on his cheek twitching.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that you go there enough that that scary biker man knew who you were?” I asked. “He said you were friends!”

“I’m going to have a stroke,” Fletcher gritted out. “You’re going to give me heart failure before this is all over. It was so much easier to keep you safe before.”

I leaned forward between the two front seats to look at him. “What do you mean, keep me safe?”

The tingling in the back of my neck grew. Something wasn’t right.

“Get buckled,” Fletcher ordered.

I leaned forward a little farther.

He slammed on the brakes at a four-way stop, and I launched forward across the car console. He stepped on the gas and turned the car with a sharp jerk; I rolled from the middle console onto the front passenger seat. Somehow my head ended up on the floorboard, one leg was still hanging out in the back seat, and my other leg was hooked around the head rest.

The car stopped abruptly, and I slid farther under the dash.

“What is that smell?” I planted my hands on the ground and tried to push myself out.

Fletcher grabbed my foot that was stuck between the head rest and the seat and pulled it free. Next, he grabbed my waist and tugged me off the floor, setting me upright in the passenger seat.

His large hand latched around my calf and dragged the back seat leg to the front.

He didn’t let go.

“Do you even know what could have happened to you there?” He stepped on the gas, turning down a different road. He flew down the street, definitely not going the prescribed thirty-five miles per hour.

While I knew exactly what could have happened back there thanks to the crime documentaries Dad liked to watch, I wasn’t ready to admit it to caveman Fletcher.

“I don’t know—maybe gotten kidnapped by a psychotic ex-boyfriend and dragged off to a quiet dark place?” I gestured to the abandoned dead-end street he’d turned onto.

“I’m serious, Saidy. You’ve got to stop testing me.” He parked the car at the end of the street, shutting off the lights and turning to me. The moonlight was enough to see his hardened features.

“Testing you? Testing you?” I tucked my legs under me and leaned up on my knees. “I haven’t tested you a single time in my life. Maybe I should have! Maybe I’ll start right now!”

“You’ve been testing me ever since you looked at me with those big hazel eyes!”

“Well, I wish I’d never laid eyes on your big gray ones. I should have known the first day I met you that it wouldn’t work out! Too good looking. Too wrapped up in work. A hero complex.”

His hands grasped my arms and pulled me close, so that we were pressed against each other forehead to forehead.

“I never wanted you to regret meeting me. I never wanted you to regret a moment with me, but now there is more going on than just you and me.”

“Oh, is it that other woman I’ve heard about?”

“And what woman would that be?” he asked as he leaned back. He still kept a hold on my arms.

“The one that you were driving around in your car and making out with. The one Zoe—”

“Was I doing this?” he asked as he leaned in close enough to give me a lingering hug.

“No! That wasn’t what you were doing.”

“Then what was I doing? Were you there to see? Or are you still believing everything Zoe tells you? It’s unclear what I was doing with another woman.” He leaned back and looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You’re going to have to show me so I can understand what you’re talking about.”

He’d thrown down the gauntlet. And I was mad enough to pick it up.

“You were doing this!” I leaned forward and grasped the sides of his face, pressing my lips against his. He responded instantly. Kissing me back and pulling me across the middle of the car and halfway onto his lap. The car seat arm dug into my ribs, but I didn’t even care.

I had a point to prove. My hands wandered freely. So did his.

I was showing him what making out looked like.

I was showing him what it