Unmatchable by Sky Corgan Page A

thoughts.”
    “ You could have come out in a paper bag, and I would still be fantasizing about you.”
    I grin and against my better judgment make the transition to sit next to him. If I was hot before in my apartment, it's nothing compared to how I feel now. His gaze is like a heat lamp. I can feel him looking at me, undressing me with his eyes, doing unspeakable things that my body secretly craves.
    “ Do I make you uncomfortable?” He rubs my shoulder lightly with his index finger.
    “ Yes,” I admit, keeping my hands in my lap. My posture screams stay away from me .
    “ Why?”
    “ Because I'm not used to this. Not used to guys like you.”
    “ Guys like me,” he chuckles. “You think you know me so well.”
    “ All I know of you is BoxPup.” I brave looking over at him. The charming smile hasn't faded from his perfect face. He seems highly amused and so in control. It's sexy as hell. I absolutely hate how my body reacts to him.
    “ BoxPup is only a part of me. Tonight, you're going to get to know the real me.”
    That's what I'm afraid of. That the real you will be someone horrible. That I'll add tonight to my list of regrets. Regrets that I've spent years trying to get over.
    “ No sex tonight,” I say sheepishly.
    “ No sex. Unless that's what you want, of course.”
    “ It won't be,” I insist.
    “ If you say so.”
    We pull into a shopping center and stop in front of Sushi Choo Choo. Guilt fills me for thinking that he would take me somewhere over the top, but the bigger feeling that assaults me is dread. I don't like seafood. I probably should have told him that when we were in the limo, but I had just assumed he'd take me somewhere with a variety of cuisine.
    I give pause outside of the restaurant, staring up at the colorful sign that depicts a cartoon drawing of an Asian man saying Choo Choo. My expression is a tell-all for the lack of excitement that I feel.
    Colton gives me a queer look. “Is something wrong?”
    “ No,” I lie.
    “ You don't like sushi, do you?” He wrinkles his nose, catching his mistake.
    “ Not really.” I recoil slightly.
    The limo is already pulling off. Colton takes out his phone to call the driver back, and I'm surprised when I hear him speaking French. Minutes later, we're back inside of the limo headed to another unknown destination.
    “ Do you have any other food preferences or allergies I should know about?” he asks, not sounding the least bit bothered by the fact that I shot down his first idea.
    “ Maybe you should take me to McDonalds after all.” I sink down into the seat, wishing I could just disappear.
    “ Nonsense. These things happen when two people don't know each other well. I should have asked you if you liked sushi instead of assuming. Assuming does not appear to be our strong suit.” He smiles at me, and suddenly everything feels okay again. It's unexpected how soothing he is—how kind.
     
    “ No. It doesn't.” I'm quiet for several moments before I speak again. “So how do you know French?”
    “ The same way anyone learns another language. I studied it.”
    “ You're such a smartass.” I roll my eyes at him. “Why did you study it?”
    “ Because I wanted to.” The amusement is plain on his face.
    “ Is your driver French?”
    “ No.”
    “ Then why did you speak French to him?” I quirk an eyebrow, confused.
    “ Because I didn't want you to know where we're going. He speaks French. I speak French. I assumed that you do not speak French. Was it a safe assumption?”
    I'm only mildly offended that he figured out on his own that I'm not multilingual. While I do know a bit of Spanish, it's hardly enough to carry on a conversation. Learning different languages has never been of any interest to me since I don't intend to leave the United States.
    “ Are you taking me to McDonalds?” I tease, ignoring answering his question for fear of sounding stupid.
    “ No.”
    “ Not going to give me a clue, huh?”
    “ What will you