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“I’m not…Tareq, get out of my car.”
He leaned forward between the seats, their noses inches apart.Nomi held her breath, waiting, hoping he’d ignore her words, and irritated at herself for wanting him to stay.
He grinned.“No.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned, but damn it, she was smiling.
Tareq leaned forward and for a second it looked like he was going to try and climb between the front seats.His shoulders got stuck and he backtracked, eyeing her.
“Do not put this car in gear.”
He climbed out the rear seat on the passenger side.Nomi put the car into neutral just to fuck with him, her foot on the brake.
Tareq jerked open the front passenger door and slid in.He glanced at the dash, then reached over and put the car back into park.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have control issues?”she asked.
“Want to be my shrink?”
“Sorry, I’m not taking on new clients right now.”
“Wait, are you really a shrink?”
“Psychologist.”
“See, I knew you were book smart.”
“Yes, well, we know a lot about one another, and at the same time we don’t know anything important.”The words fell heavy between them, and Nomi stared out the front window.
“No, we don’t know biographical details, but what we know is the important stuff.”
“Tareq—”
“Nomi, hold on, let me talk.”He reached out to touch her, but his hand stopped short, and Nomi’s stomach clenched.
“I can be a little pushy,” he said.
That made her lips twitch.
“I know, shocking, right?”He leaned his shoulder against the back of the seat, the pose the car equivalent of leaning against a door jamb.“But I try to be conscientious.I try to never ask a submissive for something when I think she might feel obligated to say yes.”
That had Nomi stopping, her brain quickly replaying the morning as she processed the implications of his words.
“So, Doc, I have this problem.”Tareq shifted to lie back as he reclined the seat, apparently imitating laying on a psychologist's couch.
“Oh, I’m definitely not your doctor.”
Tareq ignored her and kept up the bit.“I met this great girl.”
Nomi’s stomach was in knots, and she couldn’t look at him.
“But she’s obliged to hang out with me.Not her choice.We have an amazing time, and about five minutes in I’m already making plans for the next time I see her.”
Refusing to look at him did nothing to block out his words.
“I think I’m being thoughtful and doing the right thing by making sure that we finish our obligatory date, get that done and completely out of the way, before I ask her to go out with me again.”
Her throat hurt from not crying and her stomach was in knots.
