The girl of my dreams picked me up.
She pulled up in a funky yellow Beetle from 1984 and asked if I was the one who'd called for a SpeedRide.
Hell yes I did.
Chloe was cute, funny, and sexy as sin. When my app said we were five minutes from my destination, I didn't want to get out. So I didn't. We headed to the beach instead.
It was the perfect beginning.
But when I saw Chloe again, calling the cops on the cage fight I was winning...I had a bad feeling she wasn't just my next lover.
She was my enemy too.