Struck By You: Players Read Online Free PDF

nice place in Greektown,” he said.
         “Fine, let’s go,” I sighed.
         We walked across the mall and made our way to the garage. Much to my surprise, he too was a car fiend. He owned a fairly new model of a black Dodge Charger V8 with a Hemi.
         “Interesting car,” I exhaled.
         “Yeah, and yours as well,” he smiled, opening the door for me. He took my bags and put them in his trunk. He sat down and put on a pair of Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses. I smiled.
         “And with the sunglasses, you complete the douchebag look,” I said mockingly.
         His cocky smile faded. “That’s not nice,” he said firing up the engine. 
         “Never said I was,” I taunted.
         He screeched the tires and drove fast out of the parking lot.
    We were quiet most of the way through the city. It was almost uncomfortable – we barely knew each other but yet we had been intimate.
         “So,” I began, “you’re a lawyer.”
         “Not yet…well I am, I just don’t have a job yet, but I’ll find out next week if I make junior partner at my dad’s firm.”
         “What do you do for money then?”
         He started laughing.
         “What’s so funny?” I asked.
    “I’m not sure I want to tell you.”
         “I don’t care, I’m just making conversation.”
         He sighed. “My stepdad set up a trust fund for my brother and me until we got on our feet after graduation,” he said and I could tell he was embarrassed about it. So I didn’t make any comments.
         “See, I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” he remarked.
         “I didn’t say anything,” I protested.
         “But I know what you’re thinking,” he began. “You think I’m spoiled, privileged…I’ve heard it all,” he was clearly upset.
         “Mason, chill out, I’m no one to judge. I work for my sister at the spa and her husband got me the job at the club. I’ve never even been to an actual job interview. And I make a disgusting amount of money at both places and I work part-time.”
         He was quiet but still upset.
         “Where did you go to school?” I asked, changing the subject.
         “U of T.”
         “Oh me too!”
         “Really, what for?” he seemed surprised.
         I laughed, “I have a bachelor’s degree in Psychology – not a complete idiot.”
         “Never said you were. How come you’re not doing anything with it?”
         “Need a Masters to get a job. A decent-paying job anyway.”
         “So? What are you waiting for?” he asked.
         “Not sure I want to.”
         He looked at me surprised. “Mind me asking the reason?”
         “I’d rather not discuss,” I replied.
         “Is it money? I know it’s expensive, but my dad works with a lot of foundations willing to–”
         “No it’s not the money, my parents already offered to take care of it. I don’t want to talk about it and that’s final,” I said cutting him off.
         We drove in silence until we got to the restaurant.
         We were seated in a private booth and he ordered us a bottle of wine. He poured me a glass and leaned back in his seat watching me – almost making me nervous – as we waited for our waiter. I stared back at him until he broke and looked the other way.
         I took my phone out of my purse and checked for calls. It was after six, after all.
         “No calls yet huh?” he teased.
         I shook my head and put my phone down on the table, next to my wine glass.
    “Thursday was fun,” he said suddenly.
         I took a sip of my wine and smiled. “It was,” I agreed.
         “So you didn’t mean that lousy remark, did you?”
         I laughed and shook my head.
         “We can still finish what we started you know,” he said.
         “I thought you said this was a friendly business dinner,” I retorted.