“As much as I’d love to be with Darla, it’s our time this evening. I want you, and I’m done waiting. So get me a Scotch and hurry up with all your other people.”
“Drew.” She was still leaning close, her dark green tie tucked between two buttons of her shirt, her nipples hard beneath her bra and shirt.
“Go. Scotch. Serve your tables, and then get ready to leave. And keep the tie on.”
She turned on her heel and went. She’d always liked my dominant side, and it was high time I took charge.
I sipped my Scotch and ate grilled sea bass while I waited. No need to be too full.
When I saw her close out her last table, I picked up my check, paid it, padded it with a thousand dollars cash, then stood and handed the leather folder to Jules.
“Let’s go.” I took her hand and didn’t wait for any answers or grumbling.
I led her to the back room so she could grab her shit, then ushered her to the back door, out the exit, around the building to my SUV, and opened the door.
“Get in.”
She dug her heels in. “You can’t boss me around like this, King.”
“I can and I will.”
“What about my car?”
“You’ll get it in the morning. After I take Darla to school.”
“I have to go home tonight.”
“Get in the car. You’ll go home later. I’ll come back after the gym and take Darla to school, and then drive you to your car. Do I have to spell everything out?”
“Yes, you do. This is my life, and you’re trying to orchestrate it.”
“Exactly. Until I get what I want, then you can boss me around all you want.”
She slid into my car—finally.
“What do you want?” she asked as I settled into the driver’s seat.
“Everything. All of it. You and Darla, 24/7.”
When I gunned the engine, she yelled, “Drew!”
“What? I want it all.”
“Not that. This.” She waved the money in the air.
“Better put that in your purse.”
She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Be mad,” I said with a huge grin. “I’m going to fuck it right out of you.”
Drew
Ipulled into my driveway and didn’t bother with the garage. After throwing the car into park and turning off the engine, I said, “Let’s go.”
My body was raging. I was done. Overcooked. Fried. Baked. Burned. Whatever cliché you wanted to call it, I was it.
“Drew.” Her voice was a whisper as she sat still in her seat, the passenger door slightly cracked open, and her lip trembling in the moonlight.
