‘You didn’t open the door for me.’
His eyebrows scrunch. ‘Serious?’
‘Yes. It’s a date.’
He rolls his eyes and then stalks over to me, wrenching the door open and sweeping his hand out.
I bat my eyelashes at him and slide inside, noting the clean interior. I run my hand along the dashboard and turn to look at him when he slides in behind the wheel, and then I flip on the overhead light so we can see each other.
‘You gonna be this fussy all night?’
I shrug, taking out the small notebook, and click a pen, placing it on the paper. ‘Maybe.’
His jaw clicks. ‘This punishment?’
‘Oh no. Just making notes for your final grade.’ I waggle the notebook so he can really see it.
‘What do you mean grade?’
‘I mean, I’m grading you on this performance, and how well you do determines what you get from me at the end of it.’
His nostrils flare as he starts up the car, and then he flips me off for good measure.
It makes me want to giggle, but I hold it in. Then I scribble a large-1on the page so he can see it.
‘That is a negative point. You’re not getting anything tonight with that bad attitude.’
He stares at the paper, and his fingers flex on the steering wheel before letting go. ‘Maybe I don’t want anything from you.’
I shift my hips up slightly, pulling my shirt up to expose my abs, and I see the way his gaze flits down to it, the way he lets out a soft moan. ‘I’m really rooting for you. I want you to do well. I want your mouth around my dick again.’
His eyes slam into mine before narrowing. Then he pulls away from the curb and drives us down the road. Reaching up, he angles the rearview mirror to the side so he can see me without turning to face me completely, and our eyes meet in the mirror for a second.
There’s so much said in that one look.
I kind of want to mark him down for not holding my hand on the drive, but I need to adjust my expectations. He needs both of his hands to talk and to drive.
I tap my pen on the paper and give him a pointed look in the mirror.
He sighs heavily. ‘How was your day?’
I bite my lip, and I can see his gaze flicker up to the mirror, then he turns to look at me as I sign, ‘Fine. Long. You?’
He’s gripping the wheel again so tight it creaks. Oh, he’s irritated. That’s the loss of another point. I add it to the notebook, and he grunts loudly.
‘Fine,’ he says, tapping his chest. More silence fills the car. Just as I’m about to give him another demerit, he holds the wheel with his knee and takes a breath, grimacing as he says, ‘It was fine. I’ve been working on new contracts for the company.’
‘Nice. It went well?’
He shrugs, glancing at the road again for a beat. He seems like he’s relaxing a little, which is a step in the right direction. ‘Iwant to do better than my dad. I want him not to regret bringing me home.’
My heart aches a little for him. I don’t know his parents, but would his dad really regret it if his son didn’t live up to his expectations? ‘Your dad a mean guy?’
He blows out a puff of air through his lips. ‘Not mean. Huge expectations. He loves me, but he has a legacy I need to live up to. It was just me and him growing up, so it was hard on us both. I want him to be proud.’
I tap his arm and gesture forward. ‘Red light.’
He takes the wheel and eases the car to a stop. ‘Thanks.’
