‘We are here to fuck. This is a dirty little fantasy of yours. Do you hear?’
‘Why would I agree to that? He can have you in a cell in thirty minutes.’ I want to shove her off of me, to gloat in her oncoming downfall.
‘Because I’m not who you think I am, Roman. I have secrets too. My family kill people for a living. And not underground like rats, but they are paid by the uppermost in society to do it. I’d be out of that cell before your blood dries on my seats.’
My ass constricts at the threat, but she is just spouting bullshit. Right?
‘Fuck off. You’re a shit liar, Maggie. You’re done for.’
Maggie glances backwards and fans her dress around us to conceal what wearen’tdoing.
‘Try me.’ There’s a panicked snarl to her voice. ‘I have my knife in the centre console, and I’ll jam it into your neck before I go back to the wedding empty-handed. At least this way my dad will be pleased with me.’
I swallow before narrowing my eyes. ‘You don’t look like a killer.’
‘Do you want to test me? I could always pay your lovely wee gran a visit…’
A step too far.
‘Don’t youeverthreaten her.’ Anger bubbles as I tugagainst my restraints, trying to unseat Maggie from my lap.
‘Then cooperate. Please?’ Her voice holds a plea that makes me pause. Despite the threats, there is a sincerity there. While I doubt she will kill Gran or me, I can’t risk that she is telling the truth. If I don’t cooperate, I’ll end up dead, and that won’t help me whether she goes to jail after or not.
Movement outside the window catches my eye, and Maggie morphs into a creature so unlike the neighbour I know. Her hips surge forward, grinding her against my crotch.
I want to remain mad.
I really do.
But holy fuck does the action make my brain freeze, all logic dissipating.
‘Just act like we are fucking, Roman.Please.’
Her wild hair tickles my face, sticking to my neck, still clammy from my uncomfortable sleep.
Maggie moves like a little demon, hips gyrating in a mock semblance of passionate fucking. It’s so far removed from the quiet, unassuming neighbour I know. The memory of her pleading moans from the other side of the bedroom wall flashes into my head, mingling with the tantalising grinding. An unmistakable hardening in my pants has my face heating.
A loud tap on the window makes me jump, reminding me why Maggie is currently treating my crotch like a post that desperately needs polishing.
Maggie hits the button to lower the window, her own blush evident even in the darkened car interior.
‘Hello Officer,’ she says breathily, giving him a coy smile.
My moment presents itself, I should tell the policeman what’s going on. Beg for his help.
But the look he gives Maggie has me hesitate. He looks like a fox loose in a hen house.
‘Well, what do we have here?’ he asks, licking at his lips in a predatory fashion.
Despite myself, I want to draw Maggie closer to me. To wrap my arms around her under the stare of the uniformed man.
Creep vibes run off of him in waves.
Instead, I remain fixed in place, arms pinned to the door, and my body still only half in cooperation as the drugs begin to dissipate.
‘So sorry. We got a little excited on the way home and didn’t think anyone would see…’
Maggie’s throat bobs in front of my face.
