Page 161 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“There’s a shirt in the bag in the back.” Gio shoved me towards the back door of his Range Rover. “Put it on.”

That wasn’t going to work. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a bit of a size difference here.”

“I don’t care.” Gio growled. “Put it on.”

Fine. Jeez, someone was in a bad mood.

I shot him a sneer then opened the door and crawled into the backseat. Not because he told me too, but because I was pretty sure Sister Mary Of The Hallway would beat my ass if I walked in like this.

On my hands and knees I moved to the other side and reached down for a black duffle bag sitting on the floor. That’s when I realized that this was the first time I’d been in Gio’s car. It was surprisingly clean.

I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe a bit of blood and couple of bodies. And these seats were way too soft. Leather was supposed to be hard and smooth, not comfortable.

I peeked into the front which was just as tidy and cocked a brow at the air freshener hanging off the mirror. Was that a daffodil? Really? Where was all the bad buy stuff. Guns, cocaine, a couple of counterfeit bills. That’s what his family did, right? Unless it was all hidden.

My eyes locked onto the glove compartment. What was in there?

“What’s taking so long?”

Why was he in such a hurry?

“I’m looking.” I snarled over my shoulder and moved back to the duffle bag.

The glove compartment would have to wait. What pissed me off more was that even the clothes in his bag smelled good. And why did he have like three changes of clothes in here? One of which was a school uniform, complete with sweater vest and tie. What exactly was Gio Mancini doing in this car?

“Fuck me. Is that Oscar the Grouch?”

What the hell. I smoothed my hand over my skirt, covering my ass. I was not giving him a free show.

“You leave my panties alone.” He still had my YOLO pair. I liked those ones.

Grabbing a black t-shirt, I threw it over my head and started to back out. But that went as well as the rest of my life. Gio’s big ass shirt got caught under my knee, causing me to go face first into the seat. Leaving me in a position where.

My ass was in the air, with my skirt flipped up onto my back and my nose squashed into the leather. It was not my finest moment. Nor would I have considered my position attractive at all. Until I felt the car dip, and heard the door click shut.

Uh oh, this did not bode well.

“God damn panties.” Gio grumbled in a heady tone that I knew all too well. Half a second later his palm was smoothing up my thigh.

This was not happening. Not here.

I shot up, intent on jumping out the door. That didn’t happen. I didn’t even get a chance to grab the door handle. Gio wrapped his arm around my waist, and hauled me on to his lap. His chest pressed up against my back as he growled in my ear.

“I fucking hate your underwear.”

The hardness I could feel under my ass would say otherwise.

“Gio,” I grabbed his wrist when his palm snaked around my hip. “We’re at school.”

Sister Mary Of The Hallway defiantly wouldn’t condone this.

“Fuck school.”

Despite my best efforts Gio shoved his hand down under my panties, and began circling my clit with his finger, making my head fall back on his shoulder. It took everything I had not to moan.

God I hated him. Why did that feel so good.

“Did you miss me yesterday?”

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