Page 86 of Wicked

“Not watching my ass?” Raven asks, glancing over her shoulder.

“Watching my own,” I growl, playing it flat.

“Good?”

“I dunno. Is it?” I ask.

“Oh, I’d bite it… again! Like a crisp, tasty apple.”

We stop outside, and I open her door to the Ferrari. Raven glides in, and she grins up at me. I don’t know what to say to her comment, and I’m reminded of the dungeon.

“What?” she asks as she catches me looking at her too long.

The woman has a unique skill and the ability to change energy fast. From being a hot temptress, to a bookish, hyper-dedicated nerd, to a graceful royal-like woman. And all within a heartbeat. She is a rare find, indeed.

“What?” Raven asks again.

“You,” I say, careful to not explain more.

“What about me?”

I climb into the Ferrari and start its powerful engine. Raven really has no clue she is drop dead gorgeous and unique. It’s starting to get bizarre.

“Nothing,” I say before telling myself she deserves more. Say it! “Actually… you look stunning.”

Raven squeezes my hand. “Really? Thanks.”

She holds my hand for a moment longer before she whips it back as if embarrassed. It was cute. She is cute.

“I just borrowed a couple of things, as you know.”

Raven is a rare and humble diamond. A million miles from the gold digger minefield I usually operate in. Having billions is a curse, a curse for finding anyone pure, uncomplicated, and real.

As we drivebetween the vineyards, and along the rural Tuscan roads, I get distracted. I think about Raven and wonder why my mind is cloudy or suddenly so soft. There is something about her that I cannot put my finger on. If I ever do try the relationship thing, someone like Raven would likely be suitable.

It’s a shame it’s not me.

Not ever.

The rolling hills, horses, vines, and the setting sun are picturesque, and Raven sighs and takes it in. “Are you okay?” I ask from behind my Ray-Bans.

Raven leans over and smiles calmly. “It’s like home in Virginia. It’s a nice feeling.”

I look back at her, and for some reason, I’m smiling too. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

As we drive in silence, I think of the wedding and who will be there. I sent a wedding gift in advance, like last time, and again we have avoided the church, meal, and speeches. It may be rude, but I’ve always avoided formality, pomp, and ceremony. I am only here for family and old friends.

Not to be seen at all. Time is important, and I don’t have time for boring people.

As we drive along the coast and the golden light turns the Mediterranean Sea purple, I remember the weasel at the last wedding and how he’d tried to dance with Raven.

Today, I will make sure no one comes close to what is mine.

As I drive, I have trouble not side-eyeing Raven. My sister’s gold satin dress and Raven’s golden hair are a perfect match, and they challenge the world-class coastline for my focus.

The satin dress hugs every inch of Raven’s curves, and I cannot see a panty line. That takes guts, and that I respect.

Raven catches me looking at her, and she glances over. “Do not think about taking me now!”

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