I wait for her to elaborate, but she remains quiet.
I grip the steering wheel tighter, becoming anxious.Larsen is acting weird.I miss seeing her soft smiles.I miss listening to her tell me about her day.Whatever happened, whatever upset her, I need her to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.
Pulling into her driveway, I shift into park and turn to face her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Clearly, something is wrong.”
“No.”
“Larsen, I don’t want to dance around shit.If you’re upset, you need to tell me so I can fix it.”
“You can’t fix this,” she insists.
“Yes, I can.Fixing things is what I do.”
She squirms in the passenger seat, and I narrow my eyes as she avoids my gaze.
She reaches for the door handle.“I think we should cancel the?—”
“Nope.”I grab her and drag her onto my lap.
“Stop!”she snaps, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.
I hold her tighter until she calms down.She crosses her arms, sitting grumpily in my lap.I bite back a smile at her adorably cranky expression.
“Let’s try this again,” I say gently.“You were good at lunch, so what happened this afternoon to upset you?”
“Nothing.”
“Larsen!”
“I’m fine,” she lies.
Larsen gasps as I spank the side of her ass, jerking in my lap as she turns to look at me in surprise.A flush covers her face, and my cock hardens in my jeans.
Focus!I tell myself.
“What happened?”I grit out.
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” she mumbles.
I stare at her in confusion, thinking I misheard her.“What?”
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” she repeats.
“So?”I frown, trying to figure out what she means and how that would upset her.“How did that fact ruin your day?”
“You don’t want one,” she cries out.
“I never said that.”
Larsen huffs, turning away from me.“Yes, you did.”
“No,” I correct, “I said that I never saw the point in having a girlfriend before.”
