A slow smirk paints the profile of his face, and the edge of his lips open to a knowing toothy smile.
“Your thoughts are screaming louder than the music in the car. Louder than the silence in between songs and awkward pauses in conversations. When something is causing the gears in your brain to work overtime, the seven freckles that dance between your eyes sink down to the bridge of your nose, creating three slight worry lines.”
My head snaps in his direction, almost causing seatbelt burn. How the hell does he know how many freckles I have between my eyes? I’m tempted to pull down the visor and confirm the number.
“Keeping a close eye on me are you?” I ask, proud that my tone doesn’t give away my complete and total shock.
“I thought you would’ve figured it out by now. I always have eyes on you,” he states with incontestable surety.
Snorting, I reply, “If you say so.” I don’t believe an ounce of his decree.
His rebuttal is only to smile wider as he turns into the entrance of the tow company. As his car pulls up to the door, I see a man standing outside next to my car. I thought for sure they’d have it in the impound lot. That’s usually standard procedure. I was preparing myself for the major hit to my pockets to get it out.
Once the car is in park I open the door at the same time I hear Wyatt’s door open.
“Thanks, Paul. If you ever see this car or get a call about it, ignore it. She’s never to be towed again,” Wyatt barks the last part of his command. My eyes lift in time to see the muscles in the angular set of his jaw flex.
I want to chime in and ask questions, but my car is not impounded, and by the sound of it won’t ever be.
“Sorry about that Mr. Grant. When Miss Davenport called and said the heirs—”
Wyatt cuts off whatever Paul planned to say, “Unless you get a call from one of us to do something, ignore it. Samantha Davenport has no goddamn authority in this town or anywhere else for that matter. If she calls again, you call me directly. Understood?”
Again, I want to say something but Wyatt shifts his focus from Paul to me.
“Okay, Love, your car is ready and you shouldn’t have any trouble from here on out.” He walks around the car. His large hands enclose around my smaller ones, slightly tugging my stationary feet to move.
“What exactly did you just do and why did you talk to him like that? It wasn’t his fault the troll called him to tow my car,” I whisper yell.
Not phased by my chastisement he responds, “Any order made in our names has to come from one of the heirs. Paul fucked up and he knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sam sucked him off to get him to take your car.”
Do they really have that much power?The question formulates on my lips, ready to make its presence known when Wyatt bends, his breath caressing my ear, and orders, “No more questions. Get in your car so I can make sure you get home safely.”
His demand shoots straight down my spine before I shake off the lingering tingle, pushing him out of my space.
“Nowhere in this conversation did I say you could boss me around,” I snap, stepping around him and entering my car.
His chuckles follow me and as I begin to close my door I swear I hear, “You’ll enjoy taking my orders soon.” But when I gaze up Wyatt is already hopping in his car, ready to escort me home.The fucking sneaky devil.
14
WYATT
“Somebody needs to do something about this. This is disgusting, I can’t imagine a school of this magnitude with some of the richest kids in the country has no cameras in the hallway.” I hear my Riri talking to Pamela, the administrative assistant, as I walk into the office.
The council dropped off some papers that I needed to get from Seb, so I decided to grab them before heading to lunch. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to come now, though I’m sure whatever happened, I would hear about it soon enough.
My mind goes back to Friday night and our short time together after Sam got Ariah’s car towed. Her anger was palpable, festering under her skin. Seeing her so livid and fierce made me want to take her back to my playroom so we could fight and fuck it out. Instead, I behaved and just took her to her car, keeping the conversation friendly.The things I do for those assholes.
I may not be able to touch her yet, but nothing is stopping me from being close to her. A slow smile forms and my pulse quickens for what I have planned. It will be hard to be close and not touch her, but what I have in store will sate my cravings until she’s fully at the mercy of my touch.
With a plan in mind, I come to a full stop at the counter. Fully intent on finding out what has her so irate.
“Riri, what’s going on?” Her head whips in my direction. The tension in her posture makes her look like a kettle ready to whistle. Yet there’s such beauty wrapped in all her hostility. Those plump and pouty lips look bee-stung in their furrowed state, and the flush in her cheeks from trying to control her anger, makes me want to have her blush for different reasons. I can picture her blooming red all over, under my ministrations.
Her groan of annoyance has the blood rushing straight to my dick. I start to turn to hide my arousal but think better of it. Fuck that. Let her see. It’s all for her anyway.
“Your overpriced school has no cameras. All these high-tech features but no cameras in the hallway sounds like a waste to me,” she snaps, her hand moving animatedly causing her tits to bounce in her Evanescence band tee. Normally, the sight of her bouncing chest would make me harder, but her words overshadow my lustful thoughts.
