Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“You think I’m joking?”
“Considering he would have your ass in a sling, not mine, yeah. It’s pretty goddamn funny.” She folds her arms, tapping her foot on the floor before almost bursting out of the car the second there’s enough room between the metal doorway and the door that’s sliding open.
The worst part is, she’s right. It would mean admitting I let her get away, and she knows it. “I could point out that you knew better, and I’ve gotta take a shower at some point. Unless I’m supposed to have you in the bathroom with me, there’s no way around it until the security system is put in. You know that, and you took advantage of it.” She unlocks the door and tries to close it on me, but of course, that’s a wasted effort. I shove the door open, then slam it shut.
She whirls around to face me. “You made a fucking fool of me out there. Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?”
“Don’t blame me. You had to know I was going to find you.” I strip off my leather jacket and toss it onto the couch, but it does nothing to cool me off. “It’s my job.”
“You mean it’s your job to stalk me.”
All that gets is a laugh. “Don’t turn it into that. It’s not stalking when I’m doing a job. My job is to—”
“Your job is to keep me prisoner.”
“My job is to keep you safe!”
“Safe from what?” She throws her arms out to the sides and points through the doors leading out to the balcony. “It’s just a bunch of people trying to hang out together. Wanting to have fun. What’s so dangerous about that?”
I wave a hand, indicating her excuse for a dress. “Right, and you had to go to that party looking like that?”
“What’s wrong with this? Other girls were wearing dresses.”
Yeah, but I saw those other girls. They were nowhere near her league, and I’m not thinking that because I know what she looks like underneath. Her tits are about to pour out of the top, and if she bends down, her entire ass would be visible.
“You might as well have laid down in the middle of that party so the guys could take turns.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She folds her arms over herself defensively. “And I don’t see why you have to be disgusting about it, either.”
“News flash: this is the way guys think. We have disgusting, perverted minds. You’re a smart girl. Don’t tell me you don’t know that.”
“Girls have dirty minds, too.”
“You’re missing my point.” Her eyes widen, and she backs away when I approach her one slow step at a time. Like a wolf scenting his prey. “Somewhere along the line, some of us figure out it’s more fun to make those dirty, perverted little fantasies come true rather than fuck our fists. Now…”
She hits the wall, trapped. I lean in, one hand on either side of her head. “Some of us are disciplined enough to keep those thoughts to ourselves. But others… especially those teenagers, don’t have that discipline. They also don’t have the imagination to make those fantasies come true in a safe, legal way.” My eyes widen when hers do, and I nod slowly. “Then there’s your subset of guys without the discipline or the imagination, but what they do have going for them is the money to make problems disappear. And that’s what you’re going to find here, at this school. Lots of rich boys who would love to be the one to take you for a test drive.”
She blinks, silent. Her pulse is fluttering like mad in the side of her neck—even now, with only the light coming in through the glass door, it’s visible. It shouldn’t get me off the way it does, knowing I have this effect on her, but I’m fighting off a hard-on while staring her down.
Her grin takes me by surprise. “You really think I’m stupid, don’t you? I already faced one of those guys before you even got there, and I took care of myself.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I also threw out the punch he gave me, which was probably spiked, but even if it wasn’t, it wasn’t worth the risk.” Dammit, she’s so triumphant. “Anything else?”
So scaring her is off the table. She’s not naïve. “Fine. I’ll have to bring out the same threat as always. You know, I’m getting tired of using your fear of your father to keep you in line.”
She sucks in a deep breath that pushes her tits closer to me. “Fuck you.”
“I thought we already went over that. It’s not going to happen, remember?”
Her hand is up in a flash, pulled back like she’s about to slap me. If I wasn’t half crazy with disgust—and the frustration of not being able to get her in line—I might regret being an asshole. But no, this is her fault. This is what she’s made me do.