The Spanish Love Deception
Chapter 33
“Por el amor de Dios!” I squealed.
Turning my head with my heart in my throat, I discovered it was one of New York City’s infamous yellow taxis. After a few years of living and working in the city, I had learned my lesson when it came to angry drivers. Or pissed New Yorkers in general. They’d let you know how they felt exactly when they felt it.
Proving my point, a trail of ugly-sounding words was thrown in our direction.
I turned back just in time to watch Aaron curse under his breath. He looked just as furious as the taxi driver.
Another nerve-racking honking noise—this time much, much, much longer—blared in my ears, making me jump again.
“Catalina, now.” Aaron’s tone was severe.
I blinked at him for a second too long, a little dazed by everything going on around me.
“Please.”
And before I could even process that word that had slipped out of him, a yellow blur was driving past us, gifting us with a ragey, “Assholes!” and blaring his horn with something close to devotion.
impressive speed, I found myself letting my body fall onto the leather
Silence instantly engulfed us, the only sounds the muffled rattle of the rain against the shell of Aaron’s car and the dull roar of
“Thank you,” I croaked, feeling extremely uncomfortable as I fastened my belt.
Aaron kept his eyes on the road. “Thank you,” he answered, delivering that you with sarcasm, “for not making me get out and carry you inside myself.”
The visual of what he had just said caught me completely off guard. My eyes widened before then quickly narrowing at him. “And how in the world did you think that would be a good idea?”
“I was wondering myself, believe me.”
That answer did not make any sense. And for some reason, it made
Turning my head away from him and focusing on the almost-lawless array of moving cars ahead of us, I shifted awkwardly in my seat. Then, I stopped abruptly, noticing my soaked clothes made weird squishy noises against the leather.
as I slid to the edge, stretching the seat belt along with me. More noises followed. “This is a very nice car.” I cleared my throat. “Is it an air freshener
“No.”
Moving my ass further up to the very end with yet another squishy sound, I cleared my throat. Straightening my back, I opened my mouth, but nothing came
was a bad idea. I should never have climbed in his car. I should have walked.
“Catalina,” I heard Aaron