Lost Deep In Texas With The Bad Boy
"Okay. First before we leave, we need to set out some ground rules," Damon says on his phone. What? How the hell does he get to set out some rules in my car?
"Hold up," I back out of the drive way onto the road. "You don't set ground rules in MY car! If you want to set some rules, feel free to jump out the car anytime."
"Rule number one," He ignores me. "Don't talk to me, and I won't talk to you."
I roll my eyes at that. "You're already breaking that rule."
"Rule number two, keep your hands, feet, and whatever to yourself, which means no touching the handsome guy in the car."
Cocky much? "I don't see a guy in here." I say, confused.
"Har har har. That was so funny, but I'm pretty sure I'm a guy, because I have a di-"
"Rule number three," I interrupt him, driving. "We have to take turns driving."
"And rule number four, no falling for me." Damon says, seriously. No way in hell am I doing that.