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“Starving.”
I want to have him wrapped around my little finger. We're nowhere near there yet, so I decide to flirt a little. “Apparently, sex makes me hungry.”
“So I've heard.”
“Oh, really? Does it make you hungry?”
Silence for a moment. “I am always hungry, love.”
I shiver again, but this time, not from the cold. Somehow, I know he's not just talking about food.
I pretend that doesn’t affect me at all. It’s hard to scoff and throw your head back when you’re blindfolded, but I try. “How far away are we?”
“About ten minutes, according to the GPS.”
“Dude, we've been traveling for like an hour, and it doesn't feel like we've gone that far at all.”
“Have you seen Boston traffic? And did you really just call me ‘dude’?”
“Hmm. I did, didn't I? Well, what am I supposed to call you?”
“Thought we established that sir would do.”
Well, I walked right into that.
Why does everything he says turn me on?
Oh god. Oh no.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Did he drug me?
It explains everything. The way his voice turns me on, the way I want more when he touches me. The way I came so damn hard last night that part of me can't help but wonder when he'll do it again.
He gave me an aphrodisiac. Of course he fucking did. I knew I couldn’t trust him.
“Did you slip something into my food?” Even as I’m fuming, my body wants more. “You did, didn't you? You put something in my food!”
“The fuck are you talking about? If I drugged you, why would you be sitting up having a conversation with me? That makes no sense.” He switches lanes quickly, and I feel my whole body slam against the left side of the car. “Hold on tight.”
“What was that? I hate not being able to see anything.”
“Cops.”
He drives fast, tires spinning on concrete, takes another corner, then slows. “Fucking traffic.”
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
His voice is tight and angry when he responds. “I didn’t fucking drug you, and no, I’m not changing the subject because I’ve got nothing to fucking hide.”
“Anyone ever tell you, you have a mouth like a truck driver? And why would the police be looking for you?”
“Probably in your best interest we keep the topic of my mouth off the table.”
God. I feel my cheeks flush hot.
