Guy Hater by Ethan Asher

Author:Ethan Asher [Asher, Ethan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

20

Guy

“Try it now.”

Charleigh pops her head back into the driver’s side and twists the ignition. The engine clicks for a second but then starts up. She squeals with delight, hopping back out of the car, running around to the front—still squealing—and wrapping me up in a hug.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

I cup the back of her head, feeling her soft hair as she nuzzles my shoulder. She smells so good. The moment only lasts for a short time. She pulls away and then dusts herself off as she clears her throat. I remove all the cables and then shut the hood. Hopefully, the charge lasts for more than a week this time.

Before I have the chance to stop Charleigh, she hops back inside the car and turns it off. I cringe, closing my eyes as I bite down on my lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re more than likely going to have to jump it again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Usually, you need to keep the engine running for at least fifteen minutes or else the charge won’t hold.”

Charleigh hops back into the car and lets out a groan when the car refuses to start again. She pops the hood and then we begin the entire process over again. It only takes a few minutes from start to finish, but I can feel Charleigh's annoyance with the situation in the air between us.

“Why don’t we get out of here for a little while?” I ask her when the car starts back up again.

“I have work.”

“It could be work-related.”

Her eyes narrow as she studies me.

“You wanted me to go furniture shopping with you. We’re already in Boulder, so why not just drop by those stores you told me about. West Oak and Pottery Mill.”

“West Elm and Pottery Barn.

“Exactly.”

“I have a one-on-one meeting with Christiana about the presentation I made last night.”

“It shouldn’t take very long, right? Move it up, or reschedule for later today. Tell her you’ve got a client emergency.”

I’ve always liked the way Charleigh looks when she’s considering something. Her eyes get a distant look to them. Her lips press together into a thin line as her tongue peeks out of the corner of her mouth. And with a light shade of red on those lips, it has me thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking right now.

Her tongue stops moving and her eyes refocus on mine. "Okay," she says with a nod.

“Okay.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Charleigh turns around, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as she heads toward the door at the end of the parking garage. Hips swaying, hair bouncing—it's hard not to gape, but I force myself to turn away and begin putting away the jumper cables.

It doesn’t stop the thoughts, though. I can’t get her out of my head. Everything about Charleigh is intoxicating and addictive. Her laugh. Her groans. The smattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose.

Even though it’s been over a month since we kissed that night in The Lookout, I can still feel her lips on mine—their softness, the way they taste. I want more, but I’m not sure Charleigh does.

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