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"How did you get home?" he asks.
"Oh. Well, Burn drove me. It was just a few miles away, on the way to where he was headed. I didn’t know where that was. I didn’t ask. I didn’t even know his last name."
Dare looks at me, irritation clear in his expression. "And did he make you cum?"
I drop my gaze, my cheeks beet red. "I... don’t think so. Maybe I don’t know."
"How could you not know?" Dare fires back.
"Well, it’s not like I do this regularly!" I look up, my expression grim. "I am not usually the kind of girl that goes out, gets drunk, and has a one-night stand with a rich guy in his fancy car."
Dare arches his brow, a little surprised. "Are you saying you were a virgin?"
I clench my teeth again. Part of me wants to lie and tell him that I wasn’t. But the larger part of me, the part that values integrity and honesty, won’t let me.
"Yes," I hiss. "Okay? It was my first time."
Dare gives a heartless laugh and turns the camera off, putting his phone away. "Your first time was in a car with a guy you didn’t know. And you didn’t even cum? That’s incredible."
It wasn’t in the car, it was more like on it, but I keep that to myself. I give him my most profound look of disgust and cross my arms. "Are we done?"
"I don’t know. You have anything more to tell me?"
I stare at him, at his perfectly coiffed hair, at his carved cheekbones, at his aristocratic nose, and at his hooded eyes. He is a rich, domineering asshole, and he makes me feel like I am something that he found on the bottom of his shoe. The lowest sort of person. The feeling of being judged and found unworthy swirls around me, misting over my eyes. I blurt out the words before I can hold them back.
"I hate you. I really do."
Dare laughs once more, his voice callous and cold. "Well, that makes two of us. Because I hate you, too. And as soon as I can, I’ll be done with you. Give me your phone."
He holds out his hand, gesturing with agive it to memotion. I glare at him and hand my phone over. He takes one look at my flip phone and can’t contain his amusement. He gives a chortle of surprise, and then he flips it open, dialing a number.
"I didn’t even realize they made these anymore." He hits the call button and waits, looking at me.
"You’re despicable. A phone is a phone."
His own phone buzzes, and he flips my phone closed, spinning it and handing it back to me.
"I’ll be in touch soon. Then we can wrap this business up quickly and get out of each other’s hair. I, for one, hope I never see you again."
"You are preaching to the choir," I hiss at him.
With that, he takes off, leaving me seething mad and deeply ashamed of my actions.
ChapterThirteen
DARE
Aweek later, I stand with my hands clasped behind my back and look out into the graying mid-afternoon sky. It is cold and rainy here, with the sky indicating that it will soon grow dark. I stand under the small amount of protection that is offered at the Morgan mansion.
Staring down the long driveway, I check my watch, thinking that Talia is going to be late. Then I see a car pulling up the long driveway. It’s a Lincoln Town Car, one from a service that I hired, not a Rolls-Royce or a Ford Escalade from my grandfather’s fleet of cars. I didn’t want anybody to ask questions about Talia, so I decided to use an outside chauffeur service.
At last, the car pulls into the turnabout and stops. I step forward, making sure that Talia is actually the passenger. But she soon emerges, dressed in her usual dowdy corduroy skirt and the same heavy wool coat with worn patches in the sleeves. Her hair is at least brushed this time, and if I am not mistaken, she wears a little rouge on her cheeks.
She does not look half bad. I rake my gaze over her as I take her arm.
She looks at me, her expression catty. "Dare," she says by way of greeting.
My lips twitch. "Talia. You are very nearly late."
