Page 78 of Brat Baby
Which reminds me—Darcy still owes me a favor. I need to remember that for when I see him next.
The apartment building has one of those little private half-circle driveway things, which I discovered this morning. It’s on the other side of the building to the street walk-up and is where the exit on the far side of the security desk leads to.
A second later, I hear a barely therepopas the driver’s door opens and an Abercrombie model gets out of the car. Hudson and his fucking perfect blond hair. I want to stick my hands in it and mess him up.
He walks around the front of his car, adjusting his white and peach polo before stopping before the curb and pushing his sunglasses into his hair. To his credit, he doesn’t check me outfor long—personally, I would have done that with the shades still down—but there is a little twitch at the corners of his mouth when he spots my sneakers.
In my defense, I didn’t think I’d be going out and about. The dress was only going to be worn in the apartment for their viewing pleasure. Without panties. But here I am, with panties and sneakers. Oh well.
Hudson’s gaze returns to my face. “Ready?”
Okay, so nohello, then.
“Yep, where do you want my bags?” I clench the strap of my backpack as nervousness makes my stomach quiver.
He raises an eyebrow and then, as if seeing them for the first time, notices my backpack and duffel on the floor. “I take it I’m not dropping you back off here when we’re done?”
I tip my head to the side and all but roll my eyes at him, laying the sass on as thick as I can, which is hard because the voice in my head is screaming not to push him away. “If today’s shopping trip is anything like the last one, I’m going to go home with an excessive number of bags. How do you think I’m going to get them, plus these bags, from here back to my place?”
Intentionally, I do not use the wordsdormor anything that will remind him that I’m a student. It’s just him and me. Hudson and Emery. Viper and Kitten.
Nothing else matters right now.
I can literally see the wheels turning in his head as he starts to turn the problem over in his mind. Not wanting him to get too far down a path that involves him putting me in a rideshare or something after we are done for the day—because I have plans—I pout, lower lip out, chin tipped down a little, and the best fucking sad puppy eyes I can manage. “Please?”
The silentDaddyhangs between us.
My heart is hammering a mile a minute, but I force myself to keep my act going. I have a feeling Hudson actually likes it when I push back, just a little.
Hudson points a finger at me, eyes narrowed and lips tight. “Don’t.”
I straighten up and smile, all innocent and wide-eyed. “Don’t what?”
He strides forward and takes the backpack from my shoulders, his fingers brushing mine. “You know exactly what.”
I fold my arms over my chest, to hide the shiver that small amount of skin contact gave me, and shrug one shoulder. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
He makes a sound of annoyance as he turns to the car, opens the door—which also, how? There wasn’t an actual handle—and holds it open for me. “Get in the car, Emery.”
And we are back to Emery.
I guess I found his limit for how much bratting is okay.
Fine. I can be good. For a little while, anyway.
Quietly, I slip into the car, careful to tuck my dress under me. The seat is a lot lower than I’m anticipating, but I make it work, and once I’m in, I look up to give him a smile, but he’s already shutting the door.
He turns his back on me, hands on his hips as he stares at my duffel on the ground. With every second that passes by, my stomach clenches more. Did I push too far? Is he going to cancel our shopping trip?
Or maybe not far enough?
Opening my phone, I tap on the camera app, make sure it’s facing me, and then I spread my legs, lift my skirt, and take a photo of my baby-blue lace panties. I quickly check the picture and confirm that I can see how the Brazilian-style panties disappear just past my pussy. Perfect.
As fast as possible, I swap over to my messages and go to our thread, where the last message I received from him was ayesand to be waiting at the entrance at ten.
I attach the picture, type out a quick message, and hit send, then turn and watch out the window.
Me:Blue, just for you.
