“What is your problem with me?” I demand looking over at him. Maybe it was the fact that Savannah just tried to call. Or the fact that I can’t take the silence anymore.
He gives a dark laugh, but it holds no humor. “That’s rich.”
“What does that mean?” I bark, now turning my entire body in the passenger seat to face him.
“It means you can have a shit ton of problems with me, but I can’t have a problem with you? That’s a little hypocritical.”
I roll my eyes. “I said I was sorry. What did you expect? You’re a drug dealer.” I regret the words as soon as I say them. As he had said at the restaurant, just because he sells drugs doesn’t make him a bad person.
“Yes. I know what I do for a living. Thanks for the reminder,” he snaps, hitting his hand on the steering wheel.
“Stop the car,” I demand, tired of this shit and ready to get out. He speeds up. “Case. Stop the damn car. I’m getting out,” I shout.
He snorts. “I refuse to leave you on the side of the road where some guy can stop and pick you up.” He shakes his head. “I refuse to have that blood on my hands.”
“I find it hard to believe that you all of a sudden are worried about my well-being.” His jaw tightens, and I add, “I’m not your responsibility.”
He veers the car off onto the side of the road and brings it to an abrupt stop. The force throws me forward, but the seat belt locks on my chest and I catch my breath.
He throws his arm over the back of my seat and leans into my space. I push myself up against the door and the window as far as I can with the seat belt still over my shoulder, staring at him wide-eyed.
“This is where you are wrong.” His voice is even, but I can see the rage in his blue eyes as he holds his face inches from mine. “Your brother works for me.” I swallow nervously terrified of where this conversation is going to go. I need to quit pissing this guy off. “First, he didn’t tell me about you. Then his house gets broken into. And believe me, I didn’t do it, princess. But someone out there did, and your brother swears he has no clue who that is. Your brother is my responsibility. Therefore, you are mine as well.”
I hate to admit I’m afraid of him. He may look like a man who belongs on a cover ofGQ, but his demeanor is brooding and secretive. I can’t place my finger on it, but he seems as if he’s hiding something. He probably hides a lot. Hell, for all I know, this car could be stolen.
I drop my head and let out an exasperated breath. “What do you want from me?” It’s a loaded question but one that needed to be asked. He knows I’m terrified of what he is doing with my brother, but I can’t stop it. He threatens me and then expects me to fall for his charm when he’s being nice.
I hold my breath as he places his fingers under my chin and lifts so I have to look up at him. “Nothing. I want nothing from you.”
CHAPTER NINE
CASE
It was a lie I’m not sure she believed. When she asked me what I wanted from her, I almost said to use her for my own sick pleasure. That if I had my way, I’d have her naked in a matter of seconds with my hands in her hair and my cock in her mouth. And demand her to tell me who she thinks I am again. But that would get me nowhere. Taylor’s not the type of girl with whom you’re honest. She won’t like the truth.
I wasn’t lying when I said she was my responsibility. She is. And her calling me when she was stranded on the side of the road tells me that she trusts me more than she wants to admit. Even if I was the last person she called. She had run out of options, and it worked in my favor.
I look down at her parted lips as she takes a deep breath, and my tongue comes out as it runs across my lower lip. I wish I could have one night with her. I would show her just how terrified she should be of me. I would please her in ways she’s never known. She’s beautiful, but she’s uptight. I don’t think that’s just because she hates me, but it’s just who she is. I would gladly fuck that out of her. I’d turn her into a shaking, moaning mess as I had my way with her. And boy, can I think of many ways to do just that.
Her blue eyes fall down to my lips, and her breathing picks up. I can almost smell her fear and it has my cock hardening. It’s actually sick how it turns me on. I have never forced myself on a woman, and I never will. But that doesn’t mean I’m not sick in other ways. It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t pull her out of this car, bend her over my hood, and fuck her pussy right here while cars drive by and watch—if she would let me, of course.
“Case …” The concern in her voice has me pulling out of my thoughts. I pull away from her and sit my ass back in my driver’s seat. I put the car in gear and get back to the highway.You can’t fuck her!Tell that to my hard cock. I adjust myself once again in my seat as I let out a cough to try and not look so suspicious. The last thing I want her to know is how I fantasize about burying my cock in her pussy. I’m trying to get her to trust me, not afraid I’ll force myself on her.
As I pull up to her driveway, I look over at her. “I’m not going to ask you for your number.” I already have it, but she doesn’t need to know that. “But just know if you need me for anything, you can call me. I will always answer,” I say without even turning to look at her. She doesn’t respond; she just gets out and slams the door shut.
TAYLOR
I walk into the house, and Savannah jumps up from the couch the moment she sees me. “Taylor? Are you okay? I got your messages. I called you back,” she says in a rush.
I hold up my hand to stop her. “I know.” I continue walking past the living room and kitchen into my bedroom. She follows me.
“Why aren’t you at work?” she questions, coming in behind me.
“I got fired,” I say falling onto my bed. Getting fired being the last thing on my mind at the moment. Did Case almost kiss me? He had licked his lips as if he thought about it. Was that just me? What would I have done if he had? Would I have kissed him back? I would like to say no, but my mind is telling me yes. I would have.
“What?” she asks in disbelief as she sits down softly beside me. “Why?”
Forget about Case! “Because my car broke down, so I was almost an hour late.” Just saying it again pisses me off. I feel like I should write Mr. Binsen a very strongly worded letter.Fuck you, Mr. Binsen! I hope you lose all of your eBay auctions!Yeah, that would make me feel better.
