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I glance at him. “The whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing was fake.”
“It was then. Is it still?”
“Lanzo, are you asking me out right now?” I lean toward him, batting my eyelashes. “Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”
“Stop it.”
“You do. You want to hold my hand.”
“Disgusting.”
“You want to cuddle! I bet you want to take me out to a nice restaurant. Oh my god, do you want to introduce me to your parents?”
“My parents are dead,” he grumbles.
“Shit,” I say, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean—”
He grins at me. “Sucker.”
“Oh, you asshole, you can’t use the dead parents card like that.” I slap his arm, despite him driving.
“Well, you’re being a brat about this whole thing, so it felt fair.”
“Oh, no, don’t you dare call me a brat.”
“That’s how you’re acting. Should I pretend otherwise?”
I laugh sharply. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Pay how? Go ahead, tell me how you’ll punish me.”
There’s an edge of hunger in his voice. An edge that sets my heart beating fast.
“It’s not so much what I’m going to do, but more what I’llrefuseto do.”
His eyebrows raise. “You think you can withhold sex?”
“I think you’ll end up begging on your hands and knees the second I refuse to touch you.”
His expression sharpens and he yanks the steering wheel to the side. I yelp in shock as the truck goes off-road, coming to a bumpy stop in a dusty, tree-rimmed section of the shoulder. It’s a pitch-black night, no other cars in sight, and not so much as a single star in the sky to cast a little light.
“What are you doing, maniac?” I say, my heart hammering.
He turns to me, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Testing you.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He comes toward me. I try to push him away, but he’s an immovable force. He clicks my seatbelt off, shoving it aside, then reaches down and punches the seat-back lever.
It goes nearly horizonal. I let out a wild laugh of shock. “Why the heck would it go back that far?”
He shoves me down. I try to scramble away, but he’s already kneeling on the floor in front of the passenger seat, sliding the seat back to give him more room. He grabs my ankle, yanking me, dragging me until he’s right between my legs, pinning my arms at my sides.
“You can’t justgrabme like this,” I say through my teeth, absolutely loving it.
“If you want me to stop, say the wordalbatross.”
“What? Why? Because you’re an albatross around my neck? What are you—”
