“Oh, God! NO!!!”
15
HARRISON
Even if I’m making progress, I need to get some space. A drive off the estate is what I need. Wind in my hair will help cleanse my energy. It’s also becoming hard with her around.
I am burning too much energy not taking her, and not doing what I feel like I need to do.
And claiming her as mine.
I need her, but I cannot afford the distraction. It is either her or the world’s biggest media, entertainment and advertising conglomerate.
I have wasted half my twenties bedding women and making them come for me.
Enough is enough.
Pulling on a grey suit and coat to hack my frustrated and angry mood, I walk down the marble steps, hands deep in my pockets.
I had breakfast in my private apartment, and it is time to get out of Dodge.
As I walk into the lobby, I hear her voice. “Where you going?”
“Out,” is all I say.
I turn, and she is leaning against the marble staircase in her denim mini and another cute top.
“Can I come?”
“No, you may not.”
“Why?”
“Look, I need to think, and to get something.”
“And you can’t think with me around?”
I am about to say, “No, I fucking can’t,” when my cell rings. I walk outside the chateau and pause at the old convertible Jaguar.
As I listen to the voice on my phone, Samantha walks out. The bridge construction workers take a sudden interest in her. Several look over, raise peaked caps, and smile.
She looks hot in the skirt. Her scruffy long hair is also an issue.
As she crosses her arms and waits for me, I listen. I then rub my neck, finally giving in.
“Sure, tomorrow, what time?”
I end the call, and I look back at the construction workers, then Samantha. “Change of plans, get in.”
“What?”
“Get in,” I command. I do not want her around those thugs working on the bridge, and I do not want them inside her. No way in hell.
As I go to open Samantha’s door, she yells and races inside.
Walking around, I start the cold engine. I pull on my Ray-Bans and slide on fine black leather racing gloves.
It is a clear day, but I like to drive fast on the old country back roads.
