“Seems that way,” I said coolly as I slid in the backseat, leaving my bag outside for him to deal with.
For a second, I panicked and thought he was going to drive away and leave it sitting at the curb, but I heard the trunk open then close before he slid behind the wheel.
I noticed him watching me through the rearview mirror, so I took out my phone to have something to look at besides him. I really didn’t want to have a conversation. My nerves were rattled and I wanted to try and settle down on the drive.
“You look beautiful, by the way.”
I offered him a polite smile. “Thanks.”
I hoped Jeff thought so, too. I’d taken great care getting ready, so he’d approve of my appearance. Of course, I’d cursed myself that I even gave a damn what he thought.
But I did.
I hadn’t even packed panties this time and had even bought some crotchless black lingerie at Walmart that I thought hemight like. I’d also picked up some cute dresses that were on sale.
Tom kept looking back, and I realized he was trying to look under my dress.
I really wanted to find that button that brought the divider up.
“How much do you make, anyway?”
I decided to play dumb when I looked back at him in the mirror.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You don’t have to give me an exact number, just a ballpark. Maybe I could get a few of my friends together and we could come up with enough to buy you for a night. I bet you’re a wild little thing.”
Not in a million years, buddy.
I gave him a saccharine smile.
“Sixty thousand.”
“Bullshit.”
I cocked my head, and he continued. “You live in a dump. No way do you make sixty grand a trick.”
I shrugged. “Wanna bet?”
He drove a little before he mumbled, “I hope he’s getting his money’s worth.”
Oh, he is.
My heartrate picked up when the car turned into Jeff’s neighborhood. Was I actually excited to see him?
I hated to admit it, but yeah, I was.
I didn’t like how we’d left things on Sunday and hoped he didn’t hold a grudge.
We started up the winding drive, and I willed myself to take a deep breath as I fidgeted with my collar.
The car rolled to a stop in Jeff’s driveway, and Tom got out to grab my bag from the trunk. I reached for the door handle, buthe was already there, opening the back door like he thought he was being chivalrous instead of doing his job.
As I stepped out, he leaned in and said, “Let me know your bottom-line price. I’ll see how much I can scrape together.”
I scoffed, then froze when I saw the front door fly open.
Jeff stood in the entryway, one hand braced on the frame, the other hanging loose at his side, except his fingers flexed like he was imagining them around someone’s throat.