"Excuse me?" I don't move a muscle.
Eyes still fixed on mine, Matteo enunciates the words more carefully as if I don't speak English. "I said, get in."
The man is delusional. That's the only rational explanation I can come up with. My spine straightens, and I imagine smoke pouring out of my ears as I stand on the sidewalk outside the club.
When I don't make a move to follow his directives, he sighs loudly in exasperation. Even when I'm pissed, his accent still has the ability to make me weak in the knees, which irritates the hell out of me.
"Get in the car, Grace. We're both going to the same place. I'll take you home. There's no reason for you to be on the street alone at this hour."
A shiver scuttles down my spine at the commanding tone.
I'll take you home.
Prying my eyes
