I was sitting in Raphael’s Ferrari a few moments later, combing through my wet hair with my fingers. I’d caught a glimpse of myself in the side mirror, and by some miracle my makeup was unharmed.
Bea. I wondered briefly if she’d orchestrated the entire thing but quickly put it out of my mind. That was impossible.
“Where are we going?” I asked finally, leaning my head out of the window and letting the wind rush through my hair.
I had to move back when the window rolled back up, looking at it in surprise.
“I don’t want you getting hypothermia.” Sutton explained, “I have a place a few minutes from here, you’ll be able to dry off and get a change of clothes.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed me into the pool in the first place.” I suggested mischievously.
“I told you,” he replied, “I didn’t.”
I looked at him skeptically, feeling my mind go blank again when he met my gaze. I remembered with a shock what had just happened.
He kissed me! Raphael Sutton, rich secretly-nice jerk had kissed me! And I’d kissed him back!
In comparison to me, he looked remarkably calm about the situation. Except for that secretive smile he shot me, that made me lose my train of thought.
“Uh...” I started, blinking, “Do you want to explain what just happened?”
Sutton looked at me, amused.
“I’d give you a demonstration, but I have a feeling I’d drive us into a ditch.”
I gaped at him, in a state of disbelief.
“You...me?” I struggled for words, waving my hands around in an attempt to express myself.
“Have any objections?” he asked cheekily, “You seemed pretty alright with it in the pool.”
I let out a noise of exasperation, tempted to bury my face in my hands.
“I...wasn’t thinking straight! I’d...had too many drinks.” I offered, trying to convince myself more than him.
“You had one glass of Cristal.” He replied, shooting my excuse down.
“How do you know that?” I asked incredulously.
“I couldn’t exactly keep my eyes off of you, you know.”
My face burned and I found myself wishing I hadn’t lost the fan.
“Why, was I that out of place?”
“You were in red. Enough said.”
“Shit!” I said suddenly, looking at my dress, “Bea’s going to kill me!”
“I’ll have it dry-cleaned,” Sutton offered, “If that doesn’t work I’ll pay for a replacement.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I replied quickly, “I’m the one who’s wearing the dress.”
“Yes, and that’s final.” Raphael said, parking in the driveway of what I could tell was an upscale bungalow, “Now, wait here.”
He ran out of the car, having left me in the gloriously heated interior. I considered following him but by the time my mental debate had finished he was opening my door, wrapping me in towels and helping me out.
Sutton offered to carry me in but I rolled my eyes, handed him some of the many towels around me and walked with him to the entrance.
We were both equally soaked, and I could handle myself. Besides, I didn't know what would happen if I got too close to him again.