I nod, unable to speak, and follow him down the stairs. My hands shake as I grab my jacket from the butler, who looks at me like he’s already forgotten I exist.
We walk outside together, rain still falling in icy sheets. The limo is waiting at the curb, its back door already open. Drake slides in first, and I follow, the leather seats swallowing me up. I stare straight ahead, wondering what the hell I got myself into and panicking inside as I sit across from him.
Seven
FRANCINE
The leather seatfeels cold as I slide into the limo, keeping as much distance between myself and Drake as the confined space allows.
I sit across from him as the driver closes the door behind us.
His scent of warm cinnamon fills the enclosed space immediately, making my heart race and my pussy throb. I stare at him hard, hoping my glare conveys exactly how unhappy I am about this arrangement.
Drake sits across from me, his long legs stretched out comfortably like he owns the world. The soft interior lighting casts shadows that accentuate his jawline.
He meets my glare and has the audacity to grin.
“Something on your mind, Francine?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.
My nails dig into my palms as I try to maintain composure.
“Pretending not to know me is smooth,” I whisper harshly. “Did you think I forgot about you breaking into my apartment and sleeping in my bed?”
“I wasn’t pretending anything,” he says, his grin widening. “I was being professional. Should I have announced to my entirefamily that we spent a night together? I didn’t think you’d want that.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I had no idea you lived here. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known.”
“Come on now,” he says, leaning forward. The movement sends another wave of his scent crashing over me. “Don’t be like that. This is a great opportunity for you. The pay is excellent, and Nora already likes you.”
“What am I supposed to do? Work for your family after what you did? What if you creep into my bed again?!”
“I promise you, Francine, I will never enter your bed without your explicit permission.”
The way he says ‘your bed’ makes my belly clench and slick drip even more at the intimacy of his words. It’s like he’s leaving the door open for a possibility that shouldn’t exist.
“Besides,” he continues, “my brothers would kill me if they knew what I did. It was... impulsive. I’ve never done anything like that before. Kieran would never have hired you.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t want an omega in our pack to distract us from making money. And he uses our little sister as an excuse to delay. So don’t worry, you’re safe.”
“Am I safe from you, though?” I ask, biting my lip at his intense gaze.
“Of course,” he agrees, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice that tells me he’s not serious.
My body is already betraying me, my pussy throbbing with each bump on the road, slick gathering between my thighs. I cross my legs tightly, trying to contain the amazing sensation.
Drake leans forward and presses a button on the console beside him. “Take us to Ms. Francine’s apartment, please.”
“Yes, sir,” comes the muffled reply.
The limo pulls away from the mansion, and suddenly we’re alone on the winding road leading back to the main highway. Rain patters against the roof, creating a strangely intimate setting for us.
I try to focus on the passing scenery, but my mind keeps drifting.What would happen if I just... gave in to him?
Suddenly, the image of Drake beckoning me close with the crook of his finger fills my mind. In my imagination, I slide across the leather seats, towards him. And then, I climb onto his lap without hesitating. His hands would be so large against my waist. I imagine the rough sound of his zipper as I tug it down, the heat of his cock springing free against my palm.
“What are you thinking about?” he says, and I jump.
