Unmatchable by Sky Corgan

so pretty and shiny and new. Surely, it won't hurt to take the chance. Famous last words.
    There's an uncomfortable feeling in my chest as the clock ticks down to seven. It feels like indigestion, but I know that it's nerves. The closer it gets to the time I'm supposed to see Colton again, the more I think it's a bad idea. If things get too intense, though, I can always put on my snarky mask. That has served me well thus far. My words are my weapons, and I can be brutal with them. Brutal enough to scare most people away.
    The doorbell rings five minutes before seven. I'm already ready, sitting on the sofa in my living room with my clutch in my hands. My palms are sweating. My whol e body is sweating despite the fact that I've turned down the air conditioner twice already.
    I open the door to a man in a driver's uniform. He smiles at me politely and escorts me to a limousine downstairs. I roll my eyes at it before getting in. Rich guys and their pretentious gestures. He probably rented this thing just for our date. Or maybe he owns it. I don't care. I'm not impressed. As soon as I agreed to go out on a date with him, I expected this much.
    When I duck down into the limo, the first thing I see is Colton's smile. It stops my heart for a split second. Literally, stops my heart.
    He looks different from earlier, has changed out of the stuffy suit. Now he's wearing navy blue slacks and a matching jacket on top of a light gray dress shirt. The most noticeable difference, though, is that he's wearing glasses. Holy sexy nerd. I never knew that glasses could look so good on a guy.
    “ There she is,” he sounds genuinely pleased.
    I sit as far away from him as possible. Thanks to the roominess of the limo, it's not hard to put space between us. “You look different.”
    “ My eyes were dry.” He adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Why are you sitting so far away?”
    “ Because I don't trust you.”
    “ Ouch.” He acts hurt.
    “ Well, you have been lying to me about your identity all this time.”
    “ You act like I'm the only one who lied.” He smirks, resting his arm across the back of the seat. I'm painfully aware that if I were next to him, that arm would likely be across my shoulder. A twinge of desire rolls through me to feel his touch, but I quickly push it back.
    He looks so casual and confident, oozing sexual energy. It fills the limo like a powerful pheromone, makes me weak. The fact that his cologne smells delicious doesn't help. The scent is masculine and expensive. His bottle of cologne probably costs more than the dress I'm wearing. The rich jerk can afford whatever he wants. Must be nice.
    “ So where are we going?” I ignore his jab at me.
    “ To a restaurant.”
    I nod. “Somewhere outlandishly expensive, I presume.”
    “ You presume a lot about me for someone who doesn't know me.”
    “ It's easy to presume when you project that you probably wipe your ass with Benjamins.”
    Laughter bellows out from him, and I have to admit that I like the sound. Anyone else would be offended.
    “ Would you rather I take you to McDonalds?”
    “ At least, I can pronounce the things on the menu there. If you're expecting me to be cultured, then you're going to be highly disappointed.”
    “ I expect you to be human, Ember.”
    His words catch me off guard. They're oddly soothing, like he doesn't want me to pretend to be anything that I'm not for his sake. Not like I was planning on that anyway.
    “ Well, I bleed red, if that qualifies me for being human.”
    “ You're too far away. Come over here.” He motions for me to join him on the other side of the limo.
    “ Only if you promise not to make a move on me.”
    “ I make no promises, especially when you look like that.” His gaze falls to my legs, the only exposed part of me. Instantly, I press them together tighter.
    “ Maybe I should have worn jeans and a turtle neck. My goal for the night was not to fill your head with perverted