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“Open or closed, Ms. North?” He asked, and before she could answer, I did.
“Would you mind closing it, Charlie? I want to speak to Mya privately for a few moments.”
“Absolutely, sir.” Without a moment of hesitation, the window began to rise, and then the vehicle shifted into the lane of traffic.
Mya turned her face toward me once the window was up, her brow raised in question.
Suddenly as I stared into her eyes, I chickened out on what I was going to say. I shrugged. “Sorry, I hate drivers watching me from the front seat. It’s why I never take an Uber.”
“So, you didn’t have anything to say to me?”
Alright, Alex. Let’s get with the program here, buddy. I sighed and said firmly, “I need to apologize to you.”
Her face remained void of any expression. She didn’t look curious or upset. She also didn’t look excited or concerned. How did she conceal her features so well? Typically when I did that, I looked angry. At least that’s what people said about me when I was trying not to show any emotion.
She kept staring back at me, and after a few seconds, hiked a sexy brow over her light green eyes. “For?”
“For being an asshole at the mailbox the other day.”
“You were an asshole, to say the least.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you called me a neanderthal.”
“I might have used that term.”
“Well, you were right. I was frustrated, and I took that frustration out on you.”
“Well, thank you for apologizing, Alex.” She said, with a slight smile and nod. She returned her attention to the window, and my eyes dropped from her face to her chest. Jesus, she had incredible tits. They weren’t huge, but they sure weren’t small either. My eyes dropped further, and I noticed that she tightly clutched her small black handbag. Was she apprehensive about being with me?
“I’m also sorry for assaulting you at my door the other night.”
Her face twisted back to mine quickly, causing some of those sexy tendrils to whip around her face, “What?”
I shifted so that I was facing her more. “When you came to ream me out about my music. I assaulted you—well, your finger.”
I didn’t miss her pointer finger curl closed momentarily as if she were remembering that incident. “I wouldn’t call that an assault.”
I chuckled asking, “What would you call it?”
She shrugged and turned her face away. I reached over and put two fingers under her chin and pulled it back around as I leaned closer to her and stared her in the eyes. “What would you call it?”
“I wasn’t calling it anything.”
“Well, I would call it an assault, and despite what rumors you might have heard about me, I do not force myself on women.”
She swallowed. “To me, an assault is an unwelcomed advance.”
“Are you saying that you welcomed it?”
She lifted her chin a bit higher, and I couldn’t help but stare at her pouty mouth painted in the perfect shade of red to match her dress. It was like she had stained them with fresh blood. I was tempted to lean forward and lick them to see if they would taste metallic.
“I’m not saying that it wasn’t, but I had not come there for that.”
I chuckled. “I know why you came to my door, and I am also aware that you had no idea you were banging on my door.” I paused. “If you had known it was my place, would you have banged on my door?”
She seemed to be considering the question and then smiled so seductively that my pants got a little tight as something woke up. “Oh, yes, but I probably wouldn’t have thrown a sweatshirt over my camisole.”
“You had a camisole under that sweatshirt?”
