My head nodded even though I didn’t tell it to. My voice barely existed. “Yes.”
“Okay, good. Now can you touch your pussy for me?”
My mouth opened. I blinked. I didn’t understand.“My pussy? I don’t have a cat.”
“Yes. Your pussy.” He got up and walked toward me. His hand swallowed mine and guided it down to where I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch.
His finger rubbed a spot that made my legs lock, and a small, frightened noise escaped my throat.
“See? This is the magic spot. It helps you forget your fears. Don’t you want to feel the magic, Melanie?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then keep rubbing until the magic comes out.”
“How do I know when to stop?”
“You’ll close your eyes and feel it. Feel the magic inside your body.”
He stepped back and sat again. I stayed frozen. My hand moved, barely, not knowing why.
“You’ll be rich and famous. It will all be worth it.”
He didn’t blink. He didn’t speak. Just watched me.
And then—zzzzzzzzzzzzip.The sound tore through the silence, sharp and metallic.
I flinched when loud engine noises snapped me out of my thoughts. Turning, I saw Nick driving up on a motorcycle. My breath quickened as the sensation of warmth flooded my whole body. I wasn’t normally into men with tattoos who drove motorcycles, but Nick looked like heartache in the most delicious way possible. He was toxic to my heart and soul, and it was hard to take my eyes off him. Stepping out on the front porch, I waved at him briefly.
“Hi,” he says as he removes his helmet and places it on his bike seat.
“Hi,” I say. I want to ask him where he went, but I know it's none of my business. Loco barks, but he starts wagging his tail as he walks closer. That’s odd; he’s never liked men.
“Are you hungry?” He asks.
“A little, why?”
“Have you checked your blood sugar levels? You were drunk as shit yesterday.” He brushes past me, and the expression on his face tells me he’s pissed.
What’s his deal? What difference did it make to him if I was drunk or not?
“Ya, I realized that this morning from my pounding head.”
I follow him inside. I watch his muscles flex as he reaches above the cabinet to grab a tiny bottle. “Here, take these, then go lay down. I’ll make you something to eat.”
“You don’t have to do that. I was just kind of hoping you could take me back to the lake house so I can shower. I have a shift tonight, remember?”
“Ya, that’s why I need you to check your blood sugar levels, now. I don’t have time to babysit today. So be a big girl and start to take care of yourself.”
The warmth I felt early was immediately replaced with fire from the boiling rage that was surfacing.
“Okay, I never asked you to babysit, that was all your suggestion. So there’s no need to be an ass to me when I’m only here because you offered to drink with me. Not sure what crawled up your ass this morning but don’t take your shit out on me.”
He slammed a pot down hard, then ran a hand through his hair. “Ya, you're right” he says, turning around, “I did offer because I know how damn destructive you are to yourself, so forgive me for looking out for you.”
“If you were looking out for me, then why are you so pissed about it today?”
He lets out a deep sigh, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s been a stressful morning. I had to handle some business, and I’ve been at the restaurant helping my mom. I’ve been up since five this morning. So I’m going to cook something to eat because I’mstarving, and I need to cook because it’s the only thing that calms me down.”
