Page 5 of Drive Me Crazy
“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows at the car analogy.
“When you have a Lambo, you treat it special. You drive it hard and fast and then you park it safely in the garage and hand wash and wax it every weekend. You don’t drive it down gravel roads and take it through those cheap, gas station car washes.”
“I’m sorry, how does this relate to me?”
“You’re a Lamborghini, Naomi.” He ran a hand through my wet hair and made a fist, forcing my chin up. “Any man that gets to drive you needs to treat you like a goddamn princess the rest of the time.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Grady
Rolling over ontomy side, I nearly jumped straight out of bed when I saw the time on the clock. Twelve-thirty? I couldn’t remember the last time I slept past nine on my day off. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d tossed and turned in my bed alone. At one in the morning, when I’d still been hard as a rock and no closer to sleep than I’d been before I’d jerked off twice, I’d considered calling someone. I wasn’t proud of the fact I had a list of girls I could call for no-strings-attached sex, but it was what it was. In the end, I’d decided that even I wasn’t low enough to fuck a girl with the image of another burned in my brain.
After a quick shower, I downed a protein shake and a banana and was out the door on my way to Naomi’s. I wasn’t sure I could convince her to seriously look for another job, but I was determined to give it my best shot. It was that or a lifetime of regret for not honoring my promise to Nathan.
I walked up to the front door with images of the woman inside on all fours and her sweet moans from last night echoing in my ears. “Sweet Jesus,” I muttered looking up at the sky and saying a silent prayer that I could keep it together.
A minute went by after I rang the doorbell. Then two. Her Jeep was parked out front so I knew she was here. I pounded on the door a couple times and yelled from the doorstep. “Naomi, it’s Grady. Open up.”
Another minute.
I tried the door and it pushed open. Why wasn’t I surprised she left it unlocked?
I peered into a quiet living room. No sign of her. “Naomi,” I called again as I shut the door and crossed the living room. I checked the kitchen and laundry room — both empty.
“Naomi, are you here?” I pulled out my phone to dial her when she appeared in the hallway. Eyes half-open, hair in a mess of tangles around her face.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding genuinely surprised and looking every bit as young as she was in cotton shorts and a white tank top that showed off a strip of tanned skin just below her belly button.
“I told you I’d be by today to help you look for jobs.”
She turned without a response, padded back down the hallway and disappeared into the last bedroom on the left.
I cursed under my breath and followed her. The room was painted pale yellow. A floral quilt had been thrown to the bottom of the bed, and she was sprawled out with a white sheet pulled up to her waist.
“Get up.”
“No, I have a job. I don’t need to look for one.”
I had her in my arms before I could change my mind. She squealed as I carried her over my shoulder into the attached bathroom and placed her upright in the shower. She looked angrier than a hornet as I turned the water on blast.
“Shit, that’s cold!” she shrieked.
The thin shirt molded itself to her tight body and the pink outlines of her nipples became visible. The anger left her face as she followed my line of vision to her breasts. Her breathing hitched and her nipples tightened.
I turned before I did something stupid. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”
By the sixthstop, it was clear it was harder to find a job in this town that I had thought. She’d filled out a few applications anyway, probably to appease me, and was told they’d keep her on file in case anything came up. She’d been ogled everywhere we went.
“You get that no one is going to hire me, right?” she tossed at me as we got back in my truck and I pulled out onto the main drag of town.
“Something will come up. People quit jobs all the time.”
“You really don’t get it.”
I turned to look at her in time to see her shake her head and look out the window.
“No one is going to hire Princess Peach.”
