The Checklist (Explicit Version)

Chapter 5

   "I never said that," he cut me off soberly. "You're putting words into my mouth. I'm just saying this is risky."

   "Riskier than me going to a sex club?" I smiled when I heard him snarl warningly.

   "You're not going to a fucking sex club. Get it out of your mind already."

   I laughed. "I'm joking. God, batman. Lighten up."

   He grumbled something under his breath. It sounded like I can't believe I'm doing this.

   I only smiled wider. "So, what's up? Why'd you call?"

   Realizing that I was giving him the opportunity to change the topic, he said roughly, "You good if I pick you up?"

   "Are you sure?" I swear I could hear him grinding his teeth. "If it's not out of the way for you?"

   "It's not," he asserted dryly. "I'll be there in a minute."

   "Wait, you don't know my—" he hung up before I could finish. "Address."

   For a moment, I stood in the centre of my room with a mixture of disbelief and confusion before remembering what he said. He'd be here in a minute.

   Running around my room hysterically, I searched for my ID before shoving it behind my phone case. The stupid jacket had stupidly small pockets that could barely fit anything. Stupidly.

   At least it could fit my phone, albeit barely.

   Already dressed in my shoes, I ran to the opposite side of the house and shouted, "I'm leaving! Lock the door!" Before thrusting myself outside.

   By the time I jogged down the several porch steps and paused by the curb, I realized Myles still hadn't arrived. I was out of breath for nothing.

   Even though the air was cold, it wasn't windy—either way, I didn't mind. I've walked to a club in all types of weather conditions in the last three-ish years.

   Casually, I tilted my head to the street on my right, which led to the strip, and I furrowed my brows when a motorcycle revved its engine. Not a second later, it spun onto my side of the street. I jumped back when it screeched into a stop in front of me.

   Because the driver wasn't wearing a helmet, I stomped toward the motorcycle and slapped his arm. "Why aren't you wearing protective gear?" I demanded, but clearly I didn't sound demanding enough because Myles' mouth twitched in a smirk before he threw his leg off his ride.

   Even though my boots had a heel in them, the moment Myles straightened, he was towering over me. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed for a second before pinching my lips together.

   "The helmet would be for you, princess."

   "Well, you could wear the helmet before you picked me up." I shook my head in disbelief before looking at the bike. Feeling amused, I chuckled. "I'm not sure why I feel surprised that you drive a motorcycle. You seem like the type."

   Even in the dark, I could tell it was an older model. Though, it did seem well kept.

   "What, princess? Guys in your Disney movies don't drive motorcycles?"

   I cracked a smile before tsking playfully. "More like horses, but nobody's perfect."

   When our eyes met, he smirked a little wider. That was, until his eyes fell to my dress.

   "Fucks sake, girl. It's freezing out and you're wearing that?" He scolded harshly, but I didn't miss how his eyes kept on lingering on my legs.

   I waved his worries away. "I'm used to walking in the cold. Most girls know the scarifies." Then, I gestured to him. "And look who's talking. That jacket keeping you warm?"