Free Bulletproof by Melissa Pearl Page B

love that.”
    “Who cares about Travis. I’m talking about me.”
    “Now, now. I wouldn’t want to be a distraction.” I winked and turned to lock the door. Dad was out bowling with his friends. It was a relief to be able to slip from the house without making introductions. I was nervous enough as it was, and I didn’t tend to get nervous very easily. It was obvious that when it came to guys, Sean was in a league of his own.
    He opened the car door for me and I slipped inside, smoothing down my dress and picking at a piece of fluff.
    Sean slid in and started up the engine.
    It rumbled to life and I nodded. “This is a really nice car.”
    He made a clicking sound with his tongue. He did that a lot and I really liked it. It was cute.
    Checking the road, he pulled out and then glanced over at me.
    “I’ve wanted a nice car since I was a kid. I didn’t grow up with much money, and we always had these falling-apart family wagons. I dreamed of owning something fast, something new...and I finally got it.”
    He ran his fingers over the steering wheel as if the car was his baby.
    “What’d your parents think?”
    “Oh, you know. Mom thought it was a waste of well-earned money. Dad said that, but later asked if he could take it for a little drive.” Sean chuckled. “He loved it.”
    “You close to your dad?”
    “Yeah, I mean, I’m close to both my parents. We’re a pretty tight family.”
    “That’s cool. You’re lucky. Not everyone gets that.”
    “I know.” He gave me a soft smile.
    I swallowed and looked out the window, wishing I hadn’t made the conversation all serious. Tonight was supposed to be about fun, about forgetting a grueling day at work and relishing the fact I could sleep in tomorrow.
    “So, where are we going?” I clutched the purse in my lap.
    “Well, with you lookin’ so fine, I figure I should take you dancin’.”
    I grinned.
    “There’s a little club I know. Great DJ, great dance floor. I used to go there all the time.”
    “You haven’t been in a while?”
    “Nah.” His big lips turned down. “Kind of been laying low for the last few months.”
    I wanted to ask him if it was to do with the Abigail thing but didn’t want to admit that I’d been stalking him online. I pressed my lips together. He’d tell me about that when he was ready.
    “Are you sure you don’t mind taking me out? We could do something quiet if you wanted to.”
    “Hell no. Girl, we’re going dancin’ tonight.”
    I grinned, loving the way he talked. He was so different from Brad, Mr. Nebraska. Sean had a street cool that was so incredibly sexy. I’d never dated a guy like him before.
    We spent the rest of the trip chatting about work. I didn’t really want to, but it inevitably came up. Thankfully, most of the conversation was about Harley and Sasha’s love story and where we thought the writers should take it. We came up with some very comical scenarios, and by the time we got to the club we were both fighting hysterics.
    Sean pulled up outside and handed his keys to the valet. As soon as I was around his side of the car, he put his hand on my lower back and practically pushed me through the door. He gave a short nod to the bouncer, who let us pass quickly, and then we were standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the club.
    “You okay?” I turned to him when we got inside.
    “Yeah.” He nodded.
    I touched his arm.
    “Just wanted to avoid the cameras.”
    “I didn’t even see them.” I glanced back to the door.
    “They’re always lurking.” He shook his head. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
    The DJ must have read Sean’s mind, because as we descended the stairs, a new song started pumping - “I Gotta Feeling” by Black Eyed Peas.
    “I love this song!” I yelled in Sean’s ear.
    “Let’s go, baby.”
    We dumped our stuff on a free table and jiggled toward the dance floor. Sean’s hand rested lightly on my hip and I spun to face him, lifting my arms in the