Untamed (144 page)

He turns around, and he takes my hand. “Pen.”

“What?” I say, looking away.

He brings himself close, and again I can smell him. I want to fall into his arms.

“I want to be with you,” he says. “God, I’d fuck you straight through to lunch.” There’s a flicker of his lips, an almost-smile. “But not like this. I’m not into this.”

“Not into what?” I say. “You think it’s no longer a conquest if the girl is drunk, ain’t that right? Your ego
needs
me to be sober.”

“Drunk girls are a sloppy lay.” He shrugs. “It wouldn’t be worth my time.”

“Fuck you, Pierce.”

“Time to go, Pen.”

“I don’t need you to parent me.”

“Parenting you,” he says, “Is the last thing I’ll ever do. But you’re still going home.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going home.”

“So? I’ll stay here!”

“We close in thirty minutes.”

“Then I’ll stay the thirty minutes.”

“With who? Do what? Go back down to the club?”

I don’t reply. That’s exactly what I
don’t
want to do.

He coils an arm around my waist and pulls me forward. “We’re going.”

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven