Page 61 of Distortion
‘Hey, turn the heater up, would you?’
Shade does it without argument though he mutters something about it being her own damned fault.
She’s still trying to keep her body away from mine when we pull out of the lot, her elbow digging into my side as the car moves. I grunt in pain and move her, not bothering to ask as I pull her closer to me so that she stops shifting around so much.
I hear a small gasp, but she doesn’t say anything.
I take my phone out and text where she can’t see my screen.
Who pushed her?
Shade sighs and glances at his screen.
Shit, I forgot it would come up there.
He pushes a button and the message disappears.
‘Didn’t see,’ he says aloud.
He doesn’t look at Daisy or me on the ride back. He doesn’t speak again either so I just stare out the window, watching the trees go by.
Daisy’s body begins to warm up with my arms around her, and I realize when she stops that she’d been shivering since she got in the car. She hasn’t said anything either, though she’s pretty quiet so I wasn’t expecting chatter. But when her head eases onto my shoulder, I’m pretty surprised. I catch a glimpse of her in the reflection from the window and see that her eyes are closed. She’s asleep.
I should wake her up. The whole point of today is to exhaust her to the point of doing something that will get John Novelle to send her back to Crazy Town.
But as her body unclenches and her arm naturally curls around me, I find that I don’t want to. When was the lasttime a girl was this relaxed around me? I mean, it’s my own fault. I’m a dick. But the answer is never. I’ve never been in a position like this. Not that I’ve ever wanted to be. I guess she hasn’t either judging from the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face when she realized how we were taking her home.
I have a use for girls and that doesn’t include anything that isn’t conducive to getting into their pants.
I frown. Ireallywant to get into this one’s.
My brow puckers further. What would Shade say if I did and he found out? He’d be pissed, I know that, but would he throw everything away just because I’d fucked his stepsister? No.
My arms tighten around the weird and yet clearly sheltered girl who’s so innocently fallen asleep on me. How fast can I corrupt her? How long before she’s under me?
I start to harden. Who am I kidding? I’ve been painfully hard since she pressed that perfect ass onto my lap when she got in the car.
I hide my smirk as we pull up the driveway to the house. My plan to make her like me seems as if it would be a lot more fun than making her miserable and yelling at her all day.
I’ll give it until Tuesday, I decide. If she’s still here, I’ll pretend to mend my ways and I guarantee she’ll forget I’m a dick and be begging me for everything I can give her by the end of next week.
Shade gets out of the car and walks around to open mine. When he sees she’s asleep, he scowls at me.
‘What the fuck?’
I pretend I haven’t noticed. ‘Oops.’
He rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone.
‘I’m going to the gym to shower. The hot water is off and all the pledges know it won’t be on until Wednesday night.’
‘Wake her up,’ he says, his eyes hard as he stalks toward the driveway, leaving me with her.
Alone, I take a second to feel her against me. I turn her head to see her face and I tuck a piece of loose damp hair behind her ear.
‘You’re going to be mine by Friday if you don’t leave,’ I warn her, stroking her cheek.
I sit up and jostle her. Her eyes flutter a little, but she doesn’t wake, so I give her a little shake. She murmurs something unintelligible and snuggles closer. Now it’s my turn to tense and I swallow hard.
