Page 16 of The Devastation You Reap
"You were right, I was struggling to… get it up, as you put it. Until I saw you."
"Oh God," she whimpers, her tiny palms pressing against my chest as if she stands any kind of chance of pushing me away as I crush her against the car. "L-Leon."
"Just proving a point, Red."
"Y-you’ve got nothing to prove to me. I don't care about whether you can or can't perform."
"You mean… fuck?" I growl.
Her eyes darken momentarily before her anger takes over and her lips purse.
"Whatever. Can you get off me now?"
I smile down at her, seeing right through her little innocent look. I know for a fact that she's about as ready for more as I am. But I'll play along, for now.
I'm more than happy to continue this little game to get what I need because I fully intend on getting some serious benefits out of it before we're done. And I can guarantee that that little innocent twinkle in Macie's eyes is going to be obliterated by the time I'm finished with her.
"Sure. Whatever you want."
Pushing from the car, I open my passenger door and gesture for her to get in.
I can tell from the hard set of her shoulders that she's not happy about getting inside, but I think she's aware that she has little choice. She either gets in willingly or I'll put her in there myself.
She lowers her head, keeping her gaze on her feet as she decides against arguing and making this harder than it needs to be and drops into the seat.
"See, it's not that hard to let me be a nice guy, is it?"
"Jury is still out on how nice you are."
With a smile, I jog around the hood of the car and climb in with her.
I realize the second I close the door behind me that I've possibly made a mistake because the only thing I can smell is her.
My fingers wrap around the wheel, my knuckles turning white with my need to get exactly what I need out of this woman.
Focusing on keeping my breathing steady, I reach out and press the ignition letting my baby rumble to life beneath us.
"Oh my God," Macie squeals as I tear from my parking space next to the sidewalk and shoot off down the road.
"I promised you a wild ride, Red. I suggest you hold on."
"I didn't think this through," she whispers as she white-knuckles the seat.
"You walk this regularly?"
"E-every week," she admits.
"Don't you have a car?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
She might be covering up who she really is, but I know for a fact that she's got more than enough money to own a car.
"Yes. I just prefer to walk."
"Right."
"Is wanting to do my bit to help the environment so bad?" she snaps, her sudden frustration coming from nowhere.
"Whoa, did I say there was?"
