LeLe, though, is not about to take my silence as an answer, judging by the way she’s glaring at me with her arms crossed and her chin tilted up in the universal position of try-me-asshole.
It’s cute.
Now don’t start chewing my ass, I don’t mean that in a patronizing way. It actually is cute.
Hot.
Sexy.
Fuck. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and concentrate on keeping my foot on the gas pedal instead of moving it over to the brake so I can pull off to the side of the road and—what? Kiss her?
Oh yeah, she definitely wants to make out with you, Svensen. It’s written all over her face.
Oh wait. Her expression says fuck you, not fuck me.
