Page 38 of My Downfall

Hudson: Well tonight is one of the ‘most’

Mia: Why do you need my passport?

Hudson: You’ll find out when you get here

Mia: Have I told you you’re annoying?

Hudson: Would you like another spanking?

She doesn’t respond, not that I really expected her to. She tries to make out she doesn’t like me bossing her around, but I know it’s something she’s coming to crave. She needs someone to tame the brat inside her, and I’m more than happy to be the one to do it.

I spend the rest of the afternoon looking through the college rules, rules that I enforce, trying to find a way around this impossible situation I’ve found myself in.

Mia

For the second night in a row, I find myself heading to Hudson’s place. This time, though, I’m running. I love to run and since whatever Hudson and I have going on started, I’ve found myself doing it more. I need a clear head around him and exercise is what does that for me.

The moment he opens the door, however, my clear head is gone.

He’s bare-chested, his perfectly sculpted abs and pecs on display in the board shorts he’s wearing.

“You ran?”

“Mmhmm,” I hum. No way am I capable of forming words right now, I’m quite sure my tongue is hanging out of my mouth.

“Sweet pea, I would have picked you up.”

“I like to run.” My tongue seems to be working again.

“Where’s your passport?” His eyes have narrowed on me.

“I figured you didn’t need the actual thing, so I’ve got a picture of it.” If he’s not going to explain what he needs it for then that’s the best he’s getting.

“That’ll work.”

“You going to tell me why you need it?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, just keep Memorial Day weekend free.” He really does wind me up sometimes.

“What if I already have plans?”

“Cancel them.”Excuse me?

“I will not.”

He stops walking through the house and spins to face me. “Do you have plans?”

“That’s not the point,”I pout.

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re trying to start an argument over nothing. Just keep the fucking weekend free.”

“You don’t need to be a dick, Hudson.”

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he mutters to himself. “Where’s your cell phone?” He holds his hand out to me.

I reach into the back zipped pocket of my shorts and retrieve it, but I don’t hand it over to him.

“Tell me what you have planned.”