Mass turns to look at me. He studies me intensely. My mouth clamps shut, and I’m shaking slightly as his eyes move down my body. My dress is tight and short, and his gaze lingers on my thighs and breasts before returning to my lips. Finally, he meets my gaze.
“If you come home with me, I won’t be a gentleman. I’m not kind. I’m not soft.”
The woman sighs. “You really know how to flirt.”
“Stop talking, Lucy.” Mass keeps looking at me. “My place isn’t far.”
My head’s swimming. I’m extremely grateful that he just saved me from Thomas, but this is too much. They’re talking about sex with me like it’s some forgone conclusion. Like, of course, I’d happily spread my legs and let this big, beautiful, crazy scary beast fill me to the core?—
Oh, shit, I’m seriously considering it.
“Is she coming too?” I ask meekly, feeling mortified.
“I’d be happy to join in. We haven’t shared a girl in ages.”
Mass grunts at her unhappily. “Don’t make jokes.” He turns back to me. “Lucy and I are colleagues. We don’t mix business and pleasure.”
“And I’m… pleasure?”
He nods once. “A luxury I rarely allow myself.”
I chew my lip. My heart’s racing wildly, and I feel lightheaded. “What happens if I say no?”
“I’ll drop you off wherever you want and go home.” He spreads his legs more, and his thigh pushes into mine. “But I don’t think you’re going to.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. I snuck out of the house to come dancing tonight, and if I don’t show up by early tomorrow morning, my parents are going to literally murder me.
But then again, I’m an adult. I’m old enough to make my own decisions.
Which is what a normal girl would get to say.
Except I’m nowhere near that. My life isn’t my own. And my mother will literally disown me if she ever finds out I snuck away to go dancing in the city and went home with a beautiful stranger.
Still… I’ve barely lived. My whole existence has been prescribed, planned, and perfectly balanced. There’s a reason I came here with Thomas.
I’m deeply miserable and desperate to feel alive for once.
And right here, in this car, with these bizarre people…
I feel something.
It’s mostly terrified, but still.
Mass is handsome. No, he’s Greek God beautiful. I’ve never been this viscerally attracted to someone before. I know if I follow him back to his apartment, I’ll do something very stupid. Something I might regret.
But I might not.
“Can you get me back home before five in the morning?”
Mass only nods. “We can handle that.”
“Then I guess… I could see your place… if you want.”
The woman, Lucy, knocks on the divider window. It rolls down. “Drop me at the Hilton,” she tells him, glancing at Mass. “Seems like I’ll need a room for the night.”
“Don’t complain. You’ll make me pay for it.”
“Of course I will.”
