“Okay then,” I say. “Let’s get married!”
“What the fuck!” she huffs, mouth open.
“Oh, so who is now unable to commit?”
She stands a little closer. I do, too. Our small-town stormy sunrise stand-off gathers attention. A few locals with dogs and newspapers gather.
“Look, thanks for the proposal, but I know nothing about you,” she says. “Maybe on the third date. If you’re good.”
I loathe myself for letting a smile slip out.
“There is, however, one thing,” she says.
“Being?” I ask, an eyebrow up.
“You and your fetish. You’re a little sick, keeping my panties.”
“Hey, I warned you I was far from normal,” I say low, wanting that confidential.
“Yeah, I have a fair idea, pretty boy.”
“How’s that?” I growl, giving her my best let’s-rumble look.
“I remember how you made me come.”
I don’t like that because I’m getting hard again. I groan, and my jaw tightens.
“Panties,” she demands, extending a hand.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She watches me closely, and I lean in and whisper, “Anyway, you’ve had them long enough.”
“Want me to call the police?”
“Right!” I say, crossing my thick arms and trying to speak low.
“Try me.”
Just as our hot eye-fuck stand-off peaks, the universe messes with us. An extra strong wind gust topples a nearby tree, and she staggers in the wind.
I hold her up as leaves blast across the street. We keep staring at each other while the spectators run for cover. It’s time to get indoors, and it’s time to move fast.
“Look, you need to get somewhere safe,” I growl.
“What, so no one steals my bra?”
“Funny, but seriously!”
Before she can answer, my Bentley ride pulls up. I am about to ask her where she wants to be dropped off when she runs through the storm.
I shake my head and mumble. I then hear an electric window. “Sir?”
I head for the dark blue Bentley and William, and I climb in. William is my old, trusted driver, and as always, he is dressed in a suit.
William is my aide-de-camp, my man Friday, he does everything for me. That includes handling gardeners, estate accountants, and the small army of staff and contractors.
Before, he had run my family’s estate, and now it is just mine.
