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I snort. "Look who is talking about lying. You're engaged to be married. It would have helped to know that part about you before I became your fuck buddy."
I see his hands tense on the steering wheel, and I know I have no right or claim over him, but he could have said something. He could have shared that little detail about him and where I stood, besides being his Prey and him taking advantage of me. But he doesn't have to, does he? None of them do. They can do who they want, what they want, and how they want it.
"I don't want to talk about it and I'm sorry I made you think you were a whore by calling you one. It is not my style, but you love to push me… more than anyone."
"Good to know."
"What do you mean?"
"That I push you."
"Do you like pushing me, Jess? Do you like when I punish you?"
As he maneuvers the car down the street, I watch his forearms flex under his fitted long-sleeve shirt. My eyes slide over the side of his face. Was that what he was doing in the elevator? Punishing me.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To eat. I'm taking you out to eat," he repeats.
"Why?"
"Because I like watching your ass fill out those leggings you wear. I wouldn't want you to lose it. I'm looking out for your best interests. Some men like something to hold on to when they take a woman from behind or when she is on top slamming her ass on his thighs."
"Of course, what a great reason," I say with a drip of sarcasm.
He turns his head slightly and grins. "Your ass will thank me."
His phone rings through the speakers, interrupting our conversation. He presses the button and Valen's voice comes through. "Where are you taking her? Dravin said that she left with you the bar when I arrived."
"I'm taking her out to eat. Why? Jealous."
"When it comes to her, of course, I am. Right, Jess? You know how I feel about you, sweetheart."
All games. He knows I'm in the car and listening to their conversation. He is probably upset that I turned him down, or maybe not, maybe he got over it. Maybe he doesn't care, and I'm making things up.
“I’ll see you there," Reid says, hanging up.
"H-he's coming?"
"Shh. It's a surprise."
CHAPTER13
Jess
For the next twenty minutes, I relax in the car, watching the streetlights speed by, as the car glides down the road, wondering how the shadow of my past can find me so quickly to the point I can't escape. It feels like hope is a lie in disguise, like a trick of the light.
“Control” by Puddle of Mudd plays in the car and the back of Reid’s hand brushes against mine. I should pull away, tell him to stop, but the need to be caressed overpowers what I should do.
There is something about the way that he touches me that is soothing. Possessive. The song lyrics that surround us cause my mouth to lift in a grin. My eyes find his dark black ones for a second, and he winks. I feel the pressure between my legs, begging him for more.
My eyes follow each stroke of his fingers as they slide over my skin until the spell is broken when he pulls into the valet of a hotel similar to the one he took me to the first time. The one that he owns.
He opens his door, and I look out the window and notice a fire pit in front with tables around it. People are deep in conversation, eating their meals from the restaurant attached to the hotel. It's something you see in a movie and nothing I have ever been to personally. I look down at my simple winter coat, feeling out of place compared to the nice ones seen on the women seated at the tables.
"Um, I don't think I'm dressed––" I trail off as he finishes getting out of the car and barks at the valet, trying to open my door.
He has this thing where he doesn't let the valet open the door for me. I thought it was just at his hotel, but it's a Reid thing.
