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"You don't like it?"
"It tastes fine. I just want one of us to be somewhat sober in case something happens. I thought that it would be you... But don't let me stop you from having fun."
I lean back. Burn drapes his arm around my shoulders again, and he whispers in my ear.
"You hear that? She wants you to have a good time. Do you want me to show you how I have a good time?"
I swallow and look up at him, all dark hair and high cheekbones, faded blue green eyes, and pouty lips. Darting my tongue out to lick my lips, I slowly nod.
"I really do," I whisper.
He grunts and stands up, offering me his hand. "Come with me. I'll show you how it's done."
I don't check in with Olivia this time. I don't check with anyone. I just put my hand in his and let him pull me along into a new experience.
ChapterTwo
TALIA
Burn’s face is bathed in the devilish red glow of the stop light.
He could be the devil. I’d believe it.
I suspect he’s not a nice guy.
The fact that I’m even riding in his fancy ass car is not because Ilikehim — not as a person, I mean. On paper, he’s probably a catch, of course.
Tall.
Dark.
Handsome.
Probably born into a good family.
Filthy fucking rich, obviously.
As evidenced by this insane car we’re riding in. As soon as I comment on it, he’s frothing at the mouth to brag about it.
“It’s a Maserati, obviously.”
Obviously.I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.
“A Cielo MC20. They’re only making fourteen hundred a year. And they’re not even out yet. I pulled some strings and got mine before they were officially released. It cost twice as much to make that happen, but whatever. It’s only money,” he smirks, so full of himself.
If he was anyone else, such blatant arrogance dripping from his tongue might make him less attractive, but when one is born with classical sex-god genes like Burn’s, there isn’t much he can do to turn them off.
He probably wouldn’t even think to try to be humble, because only a nice guy would do that, out of consideration for people less wealthy.
But like I said, I’m not here because Burn’s nice.
I’m here because Burn intrigued me with his offer. And I said yes, without thinking. Because at the moment, the idea of being in the company of someone so completely opposite of what I was used to was extremely appealing to me.
When the light flashes to green, the Maserati shoots forward so quickly it slams me back into my seat.
Burn’s about as foreign as I can get with his obscene display of wealth and good looks. And, I’d be lying if I said that sitting in this car while he speeds down the road isn’t thrilling as fuck. It’s fucking undeniably sexy, is what it really is.
And sexy is the one thing I need more of in my life.
