Page 24 of Ride 'Em Hard
My brain stutters for a moment. Work? That’s right. I actually have a job. My cubicle at Vital Studios seems light years away from here.
The car swerves a little as Chase dodges a pothole, and I draw a blank. “You don’t have to make small talk with me.”
“You think I don’t know that, honeypot? Hell, we’ve been probably making babies, I’d like to know more about the woman I have the overwhelming desire to mate and impregnate. I can’t even smell you without turning into an animal.” He slides his hand over and rests it on my thigh. “Out with it.”
“You have me so wet now, I can’t even think straight.”
“Try. I wanna know the story you’ve cooked up in that pretty little head of yours.”
I chew on my bottom lip. “If you insist. It’s about a screenwriter who meets this stud movie star in the middle of bumfuck nowhere,” I tease, glancing over and keeping a straight face.
A grin pulls across Chase’s mouth. “Is it a western?”
“Well, no... but the movie star has a cock the size of a horse’s.”
He laughs hard enough to give me a flash of his dimples. “Oh, I like where this is goin’.” He gives my thigh a squeeze and looks in the rearview mirror. Chase’s grin dissolves as his eyes narrow.
“What is it?”
“Hang on.” He straightens in the seat, eyes glued to the mirror.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I feel the seatbelt tighten around my chest and stomach as I turn to look out the back window.
“What?” I don’t see anything suspicious, just a car behind us. It’s not tailgating, about three car lengths away. I settle back in my seat, feeling the air get muggy and thick with anxiety, the same way it does just before a storm. I stare at Chase’s gorgeous profile, patiently waiting for an answer while his focus stays on the mirror. Prickles of fear skip up my spine.
Chase takes his hand from my thigh and grips the wheel. “Now, I don’t want you to worry about a thing,” he states evenly, eyes dead set on the road.
I flick my head around to get another look out the back window. The headlights haven’t gotten any closer since the last time I checked. “What is it?”
Chapter Twelve
“We’re about to haveourselves a little party.”
“We are?” Lexi’s voice cracks.
“Remember what I said about not worrying?” Because I sure as shit won’t let them touch a hair on her head. Fucking inbreds. I glance over and see her eyes are as wide as saucers. I rub her leg, but we don’t have time for more soothing than that. “Everything’s going to be okay, honeypot. We’re just going to have to take a little detour.”
