Page 5 of Total Shutdown

I reach into my bag and pull out my phone.

Four a.m.Shit.

“I’m heading home.” I nod over his shoulder, indicating my wish to leave.

He drops his hand from the jamb, crossing his arms over his chest.

Don’t look at his tattooed forearms or the fact that he’s only in black boxer briefs.

“It’s not even light out.”

I guess I could make up some stupid excuse, explaining why I have to go. Like work just called me into the shop for an urgent bike repair or I forgot I’d left my curling iron on. But bullshitting has never been in my wheelhouse.

I loop my bag over my shoulder. “We both got what we’d wanted, no? Post-hookup talk really isn’t my thing.”

My gaze drops to his groin—for fuck’s sake—and a rogue grin spreads across my face when I notice his reaction. His dick is definitely growing.

Sawyer clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Why are you such a bitch to me?”

My attention rests on his cock. “And why am I thinking it turns you on?”

He scoffs. “It doesn’t.” He pauses briefly. “Thinking about what we did last night does, but you being a brat does nothing for my dick.”

My phone is still in my hand when I unlock it and bring up the Uber app. “I can be out of here in five minutes.” I click Request on the time slot and drop my cell into my bag. “We don’t breathe a word about any of this, right? You gave me a ride home, and I accepted. Simple.”

I step forward, and he moves aside, but as I notice my boots lying on his bedroom floor, a hand wraps around my wrist, spinning me to face him.

Those goddamn green eyes.

He pushes a hand through his messy, dark hair, clearing the loose strands from his eyes. “So, that’s it? You aren’t kidding, are you? You’re just going to grab your things and go. You have zero intention of talking about last night ever again.”

I shrug, averting my eyes from his. “It was a one-night stand. I came; you came. It was okay. Six out of ten.”

Sawyer’s jaw drops, his hand tightening around my wrist. I sense he wants to pull me closer to him, but he doesn’t.

“You just rated my performance in bed and gave it a shitty one at that.”

I pull away from him, taking the few steps toward my boots. I realize, at this point, I’m not wearing underwear and my dress hits mid-thigh. I’m not especially keen on flashing him despite his mouth being all over me last night.

I sit on the trunk and quickly pull on my long boots, I want out of here as soon as possible. Apparently, my theory of fucking him out of my system did nothing to ease the tension between us.

“That’s a pretty decent score. I regularly struggle to climax, and you managed that, so all things considered, I can probably up it to a seven.”

When I’m finished lacing my second boot, I expect to look up and find Sawyer right where I left him.

Instead, he’s standing in front of me, and his breath fans my lips as he bends down to my height, eyes way darker than I’ve previously seen. “I don’t like being compared to other men you’ve been with.”

My mouth opens, but no words materialize. Sawyer pins me with a glare that makes it impossible for me to speak. Heat pools between my thighs, and I quickly stand.

I grab my jacket from beside me as I feel the familiar buzz in my bag, telling me my Uber driver is outside.

Sawyer’s huge frame towers over me, and I grin up at him, patting him twice on the shoulder.

“Now, if you’d had those eyes last night, we’d definitely have been looking at an eight.”

He bites his bottom lip, grinning. I can tell he’s enjoying this back-and-forth between us. Even if he claims my brash attitude is infuriating, I know that’s not strictly true.

“Stay,” he says, wrapping his big palm around my hip.