So I paste one on and draw the lip liner to match.
NINETEEN
Fear of heights and an aversion to butterflies
LILA
The rubber solesof my shoes scrape against the concrete as my feet stop short. Unintentionally, my lower lip curls into a pout. I bite back a whine, letting it fizzle in the back of my mouth.
“You brought your car?” I ask.
The only reasonable explanation for my disappointment is that the stress of the last several weeks has caused some type of mental episode.
Reed quirks a brow at me. “Yeah,” he drawls, dragging out the word. “I got the impression you’d prefer that over the motorcycle.”
“Thanks. That was thoughtful.” I smile harder, which is totally nonchalant and not at all a cover for my true feelings. “This iswaybetter than the death rocket.”
But is it, though?
He opens the passenger door, flashing his dimple at me. “We could swing by my place to get my bike if you’d prefer.”
“Nah.” I lower myself into the car, holding his gaze. “Don’t be silly. Once was enough.”
“If you say so,” he quips, clearly seeing right through my act.
Fooling an FBI agent isn’t as easy as I’d hoped, which doesn’t bode well for me. If I’m going to free myself from Silas, I need to earn Reed’s trust and get him talking. Without something I can use to barter for my freedom soon, then I’ll need to turn myself in and hope I can score a deal to lessen my sentence.
I wonder if Reed would help me with that or if he’d be onTeam Throw the Book at Lila.
When he gets behind the wheel, I actively shove away the memory of the last time we were in a car together. I didn’t like manipulating him to swipe the keys, but it was worth it to get my best friend back that night.
Using that thought as my compass, I attempt to ignore how delectable his car smells.
I fail.
It’s like leather polish, mint, and Reed.Yummy. Glad we took his car since mine reeks of rotten vegetables. Tends to happen when a stray sweet potato rolls from the grocery bag and hides under your seat until it dies a slow, painful death in the stifling Florida heat.
Reed reverses out of the parking space, doing the hot guy thing of tossing his arm over the back of my seat. Clearly, he’s playing dirty with moves like that. What’s next? Slutty little glasses?
And hold up. Why did he do that when there’s a perfectly good backup camera right there? This is just like his flirty vase trick. Further proof that Reed Hayes is out to destroy me.
Two can play that game.
Just as soon as I figure out how to be sexy.
I glance down my body and squeeze my upper arms tightly to accentuate my cleavage. No doubt that’s sexy. Guys like cleavage, even on a big gal, right?
Reed seemed to enjoy my chest on the night we spent together. He lapped at my nipples, squeezing my heavy breastsand pressing them together so he could alternate from one to the other.Sheesh. He practically made a meal out of them.
Out ofallof me, truthfully.
My pussy clenches involuntarily as I remember how he thrust into me from underneath while cupping my breasts and sucking my nipple deep into his mouth.
Yeah. He’s into my boobs all right.
Might as well use what little tools I have at my disposal.
Wait. Strike that. Not little, butfew. My boobs are far from little.
