“Are you getting in or not? I don’t have all night.”
“No.”
Besides my mother, she’s the most aggravating woman I’ve ever met. “Okay. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” I punch the gas, tires screeching as I race past her. Her expression in the rearview mirror is priceless—confused and pissed. I can’t help but chuckle. I whip the car around and aim it toward her. I don’t slow down. I want her to move. But she doesn’t. Not even a flinch. My heart jerks—she’s calling my bluff. At the last second, I swerve, tires screeching. I throw it in park, engine humming.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I shout, slamming the door.
“You’re trying to run over me, so I think you’re the crazy one.”
“I was trying to get you to get in the damn car. But since you don’t want to cooperate, and I’m losing my patience with your shenanigans, we’ll have to do it my way.”
Her eyes go wide. She shakes her head—don’t. But I’m done with this game. She spins and runs, barefoot over gravel. Won’t get far. I close the distance in seconds. Scoop her up by the waist. Over my shoulder, kicking and screaming.
“Let me go!”
She’s light. Feisty. But I’ve carried bodies heavier than hers through worse terrain. This is nothing. I threw open the car door and dropped her inside. “Help!” she screams.
I slide in beside her and slam the door. Lock clicks. Game over
“Put your seatbelt on,” I say, hitting the child lock.
“Let me out of here.” She claws at the door uselessly.
I press the gas.
“You can’t kidnap me in my own car. I mean, who the fuck does that?”
“I’m not kidnapping you.”
“Oh yeah? Then what do you call this?”
“Driving you home.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you.”
My head snaps toward her. “What?”
“You heard me.”She folds her arms tight, defiant.
“Look, sunshine, I’m flattered sex is on your mind at a time like this and all, but you’re not my type.”
She blinks. Confused.
“You’re hot and all, but I don’t fuck spoiled little girls, especially if they aren’t coherent enough to know what they’re doing. I actually like my women to remember how amazing my dick made them feel the next morning. So don’t worry your pretty little heart. That’s the last thing on my mind. But can I give you a tip?”
She glares at me, jaw tight.
“Next time you go to the bar alone, how about you don’t have your tits on display for everyone to see—and maybe wear a dress longer than your upper thigh, so your polka-dotted pink panties don’t show.” I wink. She gasps and snaps her legs shut like a trap. A grin tugs at my lips. Gorgeous—but high maintenance as hell. The kind of girl who lies still in bed and thinks her looks do all the work. I’ve had enough of those.
“It’s alright, princess. I have that effect on women. They love to spread their legs around me.”
“You are so disgusting.”
“No, disgusting would be admitting I like eating ass.”
“Oh my God. Stop, you’re going to make me throw up.”
“Go ahead. It’s not my car.”
