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“I wouldn’t dream of it.” My right hand went over my chest. “Cross my heart.”
    She raised her eyebrows incredulously and crossed her arms. Her small features tensed and her button nose scrunched as she again thought something over.
    For some reason, as much as I wanted to get in her skirt, I wanted to get in her head as well. She was making me curious. I hadn’t felt this interested in a girl in a very long time.
    “Oh,” I started again. “By the way, if your cell was working, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have gone waltzing into that bar. But, no worries, you can trust me.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure.”
    “Happy to assist,” I continued. “Of course, there’s one small qualification. We’ll be heading into Vegas first because I’m on the way to my brother’s fight, and I’m running late.”
    Her shoulders slumped. “Ugh. Alright. Once we get to Vegas, I’ll get a car service or try my luck with a cab again.”
    I grinned. “Vegas cab give you the run-around on the scenic route?”
    “You have no idea.”
    “Well, all I’m saying is you should stick around for the fight. Swear I’ll get you safe and sound to your Aunt’s the moment it ends.”
    “We’ll see,” she murmured.
    “Challenge accepted.” I revved the car and got ready to peel out onto the highway. “By the way, you know my name…”
    “Oh, right.” She extended a delicate hand. “Winter. Winter Calloway.”
    “Revon Gryffin, but call me Rev.” I shook her slender, soft hand and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel wrapped around the base of my cock. “Well, Winter, I would buckle up if I were you.”
    I popped the clutch into first and shifted up quickly as the engine screamed. We were cruising through the desert at a hundred in no time. I shifted to sixth and lowered my rpms to reduce the engine noise.
    “Winter Calloway…” I began, trying to strike up conversation. “You’re obviously not from around here”—I scanned her outfit out of the corner of my eye— “so, what’s your story?”
    She tugged the hem of her skirt down towards her knees. My eyes darted from the road to her thighs as she smoothed the fabric.
    Finally, she responded. “I flew in from New York for my bachelorette party.”
    Disappointment rushed through me as I sank into my seat.
    “But things didn’t go so well.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    Not really though…
    “Looks like the wedding’s off,” she said in a flat tone that didn’t betray how she felt about it.
    My curiosity got the better of me. “Why? What happened?”
    She glared at me. “None of your business, that’s what.”
    She’s cute when she’s angry.
    “Whoa…hey come on. Just asking. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
    Her head rested in her palm as she propped her elbow up against the door. She was clearly distraught, but I doubt I’d get much else out of her. She certainly wasn’t shy, but she was as reserved as they came. And that just piqued my curiosity even more. I hadn’t been this interested in a girl in a long time.
    She turned to look out the window, staring off into the expanse of desert for a long, still moment. Finally, without turning back to me, she spoke.
    “Let’s just say my Prince Charming didn’t really get the whole monogamy part of marriage.”
    “Wait…while you guys were getting married, he—”
    “Yup,” she exclaimed, leaning back into the seat, arms crossed in front of her. “I walked in on him and some club hostess. Classy stuff. And he was pissed at me for interrupting.”
    “Shit,” I blurted out. “Sounds like a real asshole. Some guys just don’t get it. I mean, I like messing around as much as anybody, but—”
    “Oh, you like messing around…” she said suddenly and sarcastically. “What a surprise.”
    “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Oh, just that I know your type. The kind of guy who’s got a bedpost full of notches and no concept of what a