“You can’t camp in town. The cops are pretty strict about that up here. But I have a huge cabin, food, a warm shower… you deserve a good night’s sleep.”
Sleep is the last thing I’m thinking about letting her have, but I need to get over that. I need to let go of whatever sick obsession that’s wormed its way into my brain, and I need to focus on what matters, which is keeping her safe.
“I also deserve a job that pays better than day bartending.”
“Which is why I told you I’d make you my new assistant. You’ll take care of all the administrative work for me, and you’ll earn a steady paycheck, but there are rules you have to follow.”
I hate that I’m still talking through this damn window.
She narrows her brows, and something about the innocence in her defiance sends another thrill of excitement through my cock.
Lord help me!
“I’m not following your rules. Plus, we already talked about this. Your brothers won’t be okay with that. I’ve seen your ledgers. They aren’t good.”
My teeth grind together. “Get out of this damn car so we can have a real conversation.”
“Or what? You going to haul me up over your shoulder and spank my ass again?”
Jesus Christ. My cock aches to fill her tiny, little, virgin holes.
“Maybe,” I groan.
“Yeah?” She bites back a grin. “What other rules have consequences?”
“Talking to other men has consequences. I told you that in my office.”
She laughs. “I remember, which is why I’m thinking I need to test it out, and see how serious you are. Plus, that redneck bar is jam-packed every night. I bet the tips are great.”
I’m not sure if she’s fucking with me or not. “You set foot near that redneck bar, I’ll do more than spank your ass.”
Who the fuck am I? Where the hell do I think I get off telling her what she can and can’t do? It’s like a fucking animal has taken over me.
She’s my… she’s notmyanything.
“Ooo… ominous,” she laughs. “Honestly, I kind of want another spanking.”
God damn! I hope she’s appreciating the amount of willpower it’s taking to not lose control right now!
“What do you mean you liked it? Open the door, princess.”
For a moment, she doesn’t speak. She sits there and stares ahead as though she’s thinking everything over. “If I go with you, I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone where I am.”
“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
“And,” she exhales slowly, “I need you to stop asking me so many questions.”
“That’s not possible. If you’re in trouble, I need to know.”
“Then I can’t go with you.” She rolls her window back up and puts the car in drive, rolling forward slowly.
Stubborn. Stubborn little tease.
“Fine,” I tap the hood of her car, “I won’t ask you any questions if you promise me you’ll stay away from that redneck bar. Just come home with me. I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out here.”
Slowly, her brown eyes lift, and I have a feeling that tonight I’ll have her pretty little head on a pillow in the room across from mine. I’ll have her in a tiny little nightgown bouncing around the house. I’ll have her come on my sheets, her scent in my hallways, the sounds of her desperate moans echoing between my walls.
Jesus. I’m not okay.
