Page 73 of Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

Chapter seventy-three

I get to my office and find the keys where he said. But I have zero idea where the car is.

And the security? While I'm not entirely sold on it, I'll deal with that at home. I may love pulling my tiger's tail, but I'm not stupid enough to do it in front of an audience. I won't undermine him, or let our dynamic split loyalties, at the office.

Publicly, we're a united front. Period.

I pull out my phone and record a voice memo.

"I found the fob where you indicated, but I have no clue where said vehicle is or what it looks like.

Am I supposed to wander the three levels of parking like a lunatic, clicking unlock and hoping for a chirp?

Also, personal note, your ass looked amazing walking away.

Which worked, because I was very ready to be done with our conversation. "

My phone buzzes. Alpha Hole (Yes I changed his name in my phone)

Open your office door.

I blink. Then turn slowly and step out to reception, only to see what looks like two Secret Service agents stationed just outside my office. They both nod in greeting.

Suits. Earpieces. Blank expressions.

Of course he didn’t just send a car.

I glance down at the fob still in my hand. Looks like I’ll be getting chauffeured to my neighbor’s doctor’s appointment like the protagonist of an over-acted Lifetime movie.

My phone vibrates again.

You didn’t need to ask what kind of car. You already know I picked the one that'll make men hate you and women envy you.

I already have a ride that does that. You might say I have two of them. ????

I snark back, just to see if I can get a rise.

Another buzz. A second message.

If you try to ditch the car, the tracker will ping my phone. Don’t test me, little fawn. You won’t win. But I’ll enjoy the chase.

I stare at the screen, torn between rolling my eyes and melting into the chair. It’s the third act of an enemies-to-lovers arc.

Tracker? Is that before or after the ankle monitor?

You'll know it when you feel it vibrate.

My thighs clench.

Damn him.