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Suddenly, my breath hitches because there’s a tiny figure standing outside the warehouse, and she’s all alone. The light from the warehouse illuminates her silhouette and she’s curvy and voluptuous, while wearing practically nothing. Can you even call that thing a dress? My blood boils over as my cock jerks in my pants.
I stride over and her eyes widen when she sees me.
“Oh Brad,” she murmurs. “I’m so glad you’re here—”
But Katy doesn’t get a chance to finish the sentence because I grab her wrist and begin dragging her back to my car. “Hey, slow down!” she cries. “It isn’t easy to walk in these heels!”
I spin around, narrowing my eyes at that scandalous outfit again. The thing looks like a bikini top with only the tiniest mini-skirt below it. Then making an executive decision, I scoop her into my arms before finishing the short walk to my car, and dumping her in the passenger seat.
“What the hell?” she gasps, her bosom heaving up and down heavily. “What was that about?”
I’m transfixed by all that creamy flesh but storm around to my side of the vehicle before getting in and slamming the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growl before pulling the car out of the parking lot with a screech. Katy gasps beside me.
“What’s wrong with me? I already told you! My friend Emma dragged me out here and then ditched me. I didn’t expect her do that and then there was the problem with the Ubers. I didn’t want to call you, Brad. Trust me.”
But that’s not what I’m talking about. As we speed down the road, I shoot her a sideways look.
“I don’t care about your friend.” Instead, I narrow my eyes while my fists clench the steering wheel. “What the fuck are you wearing, Katy? Don’t you have any decency? Who goes out dressed like a tramp?”
Now she starts getting mad too.
“It’s a dress, Brad. Live with it because as far as I know, I haven’t broken any laws. What’s your problem, anyways?”
“What’s my problem?” I growl, my temperature rising. “How about you’re looking like every criminal’s dream wearing a dress that barely covers your ass, much less your tits? Who do you think you are? A prostitute?” I snarl.
Katy’s cheeks turn a bright pink and she grabs the hem of her dress and starts tugging on the material like she can somehow make it longer to cover more acreage. But instead, the only thing that does is to pull her top down and sure enough, a nip slips out. A big breast bounces out into the open and quickly, Katy grabs the material to yank it back into place.
But I’ve already seen that creamy flesh and my cock is straining painfully at the fly of my pants. Damn, I’m going to have the imprint of the zipper along my shaft if I don’t get relief soon.
Meanwhile, Katy’s still fixing her dress while shooting sideways glances at me. She thinks I didn’t see that nip slip, and I decide not to bring it up. After all, what would talking about it do? I’d probably end up stopping the car and ravishing her if we put words to actions.
With another restless snarl, I shake my head and put the pedal to the metal. Despite my anger, I can’t keep myself from glancing at Katy sideways as I drive. Of course, what she’s wearing is highly inappropriate, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t sexy as hell. Honestly, I’m hoping for another nip slip but then I curse myself once again. What kind of asshole have I become, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction? I have no business thinking about my boss’s daughter this way. I need to get this piece of jailbait home and out of this car asap.
Finally, we enter Manhattan and I start making my way to the School of Visual Arts.
“Where’s your dorm?” I bark.
“Downtown,” she says in a whisper. Her voice sounds off, so I glance quickly in her direction. Sure enough, the pretty blonde has one hand over her mouth and looks a little green. Oh shit.
“Are you okay?”
Katy sucks in a few deep breaths and her coloring changes again, from green to ghost white. She lists forward a bit in the front passenger seat, like she’s about to faint, and my heart starts going double-time.
“Katy,” I say. “What’s wrong?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose with her eyes squeezed shut.
“Can you roll down the windows?” she asks in a whisper. “Please? I’m just a little nauseous.”
Immediately, I command the windows to go down and cool night air wafts into the car. Katy inhales deeply before leaning her head against the headrest and closing her eyes. She’s quiet for a couple minutes but at least the green color is gone.
“Thanks Brad,” she manages after a few minutes. Then, the pretty blonde sits up straighter. “I swear I didn’t drink much. It was just one drink, and I only took a few sips of it, but you know how hooch is. That shit is deadly.”
