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Or an episode of the Twilight Zone.
I smile at my silly thoughts and Brian notices, “You thinking of kissing me for my chivalry?”
"What chivalry? And don't flatter yourself. My thoughts are somewhere far from you."
Brian brings his fist to his chest and tips his head back, "You wound me."
I laugh at his stupidity. He's such a clown that I kind of like him. He’s funny and charming and though he acts like God’s gift, I don’t feel like I’m suffocating on his ego.
“Well, I have to be on my toes with every man since there’s a sex predator after me.”
Brian makes a disgusted face, "We don't deal in that, baby girl. Never assume it either, it's fucking offensive."
I toss my hand in the air, "Pfft. Please. Like robbing banks and threatening women aren't any different."
We stop at a red light and Brian turns to me, leaning on his door, arms crossed over his chest, "Have you ever met a woman or child, for that matter, who has survived sex slavery?"
All the humor is wiped clean from his face, leaving a cold killer in its place. It doesn’t help that the glow of the red light glitters off his angry blue eyes.
"No, I haven't but—"
"But nothing, Dice. I've met them. The few we've been able to get out of the cruel chains would tell you how wrong you are. You got a man who didn't hurt you in any way, threw out empty threats, bought your ungrateful ass a new phone and then sent me to make sure you got home safely. Don't compare yourself to them."
He turns back to the road as the light turns green and continues to drive. Meanwhile, I'm completely shocked and ashamed.
"You're right. I'm sorry and I meant no disrespect." This is obviously something Brian knows of personally and I hate myself for the thoughtless words. I know they opened old wounds.
When he doesn't reply or acknowledge my words, I open my purse and pull out a freshly rolled joint, "Here you go."
As we pull into my apartment complex, Brian takes the olive branch with an easy smile on his face, "Okay, you're forgiven. Unless it's junky, then you're back in the doghouse."
I roll my eyes and open the door, "Thanks for the ride."
"Wait." Brian reaches behind the passenger seat and grabs a shopping bag and a box, "These are from Leo."
Brian bats his eyes sighs like a lovesick fool as I take them.
I shake my head and close the door, tucking the box under my arm. What is it and why does Leo think showering me with gifts is the best way to get me in bed? I practically threw myself at him earlier.
The bag is a little heavy, but I refuse to peek until I'm inside my apartment with the privacy to girly scream.
So, I'm a sellout, sue me.
Until you can tell me honestly that you wouldn't have a moment of pure excitement when a fine as hell guy gets you gifts... you have no room to judge.
Once I'm in the apartment, I rush to my little curtain divider and drop everything on my bed.
Ripping the top off the box, I see a beautiful designer dress by Bronx and Banco. The black skirt looks like leather and its layered ruffles reach just below my knee while the top looks like a leather crop top with a sweetheart neckline.
God, it feels as expensive as it looks. There's a small note that says, wear your hair down and curly. I’m picking you up at nine.
I roll my eyes at that, but nothing can wipe the smile off my face.
The bag has a pair of black leather heels made by the same designer. How does he know my sizes?
"Put a pin in it." I tell myself as I softly lay the items down on my mattress. The torn quilt below it stands out horribly and it gives me pause.
“What am I doing?” I mumble to myself.
