The Wilde One by Claire Contreras

Author:Claire Contreras [Contreras, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-06T18:30:00+00:00

18

Nick holds the lobby door open for me and gives his ticket to the valet, who runs off to get the car. As we stand there, Nick wraps his arms around me from behind and places his head on mine. We’re both quiet, enjoying each other’s company while we wait for his car. I’ve decided I’ll try and guess what he has. Ryan and I used to play this game, picking out people’s cars based on the way they look. My mom, for example, always drove a Mercedes, which we decided was a perfect stuffy car. My dad drove, or was driven around in, a Bentley, which matched him well. Hendrix has driven an array of cars, but has mainly stuck with Range Rovers. My first car was a two-door Cadillac, but I quickly realized it didn’t match me. I ended up getting a two-door BMW, which also didn’t match me, so I got an Audi A5. That was the best fit for me. Ryan drove an Aston Martin, because you can’t go wrong with that car regardless of who you are.

As I stand here, thinking about Nick’s car, I can honestly say I can’t figure him out. It could be an old collector’s car like a badass Shelby, or a BMW. It hasn’t even occurred to me how much money he makes. I know a producer like him, working with an artist like Shea, is getting paid a pretty penny. And from the people he’s worked with in the past (Google has become my best friend), I know he’s doing well. I don’t pay attention to things like watches or cars in order to define how well off they are because I’ve known many people who have beautiful cars and amazing watches and live paycheck to paycheck. Still, everything about Nick Wilde intrigues me, even to the car he drives.

“There it is,” he murmurs when a beat up Honda Civic pulls up to us. My mouth falls open and I’m so glad he’s standing behind me because I definitely did not picture him in this tiny beat up red car. I bite my lip to keep from laughing, mainly at myself for being the presumptuous douchebag I always told myself I wouldn’t become, and take a step forward when the car comes to a full stop. My eyebrows knit together when a young kid, not the valet, steps out of the car, taking a pizza box out of the backseat.

Turning around to look at Nick, my mouth agape, I find him laughing, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “You’re so stupid,” I comment, shaking my head and turning back around at the feeling of embarrassment that I refuse to show him.

He wraps his arms around me again, kissing my cheek loudly. “I love that you were going to get in it regardless,” he says, turning me so that I can look at him. His eyes are still playful, but his tone is serious.

“I’m not a gold digger,” I say with a shrug, fighting a smile.

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