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“What did I say, Ella?”
“Not to think about the future right now.”
He nods. “Come on. The wake is being held at our home.”
I scoff. “It’s not like anyone will be there. Mom’s friends are all back in Washington, and none of them bothered coming.” I feel a tinge of pain in my chest, wondering if that’ll be my fate.
I may be young, but I’ve no idea how long I’ll last in Remy’s world.
“It was short notice, and we’re far away,” he says, touching my shoulder. “The car is waiting.” He leads me to a black town car parked nearby, and I get in.
Remy slides in next to me. The rest of the family has already left in other cars.
It’s only a twenty-minute drive back to the mansion, and yet it may as well be an eternity trapped with this God of a man. He sits with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stares out the window. Remy has this dark, brooding older man vibe, which I can’t resist. I guess I should be glad he’s not talking to me because I struggle to draw breath into my lungs whenever he looks at me.
“Why are you staring at me, Ella?”
I swallow hard and tear my eyes from him. “Do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
He glances at me. “I can see your reflection in the window.”
I heat, clearing my throat. “I was just thinking.”
“About what, exactly?”
I shake my head. “Nothing important.” He doesn’t want to know the thoughts that were going through my mind.
“I prefer it if you don’t lie to me.”
I clench my jaw. “My thoughts are my own. I don’t need to tell you them.”
He leans closer to me, his musky scent invading my senses. “Is that right? Shall I tell you what I’ve been thinking?”
I lick my lips. “Yes,” I breathe.
His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches. “I’ve been thinking you’re so damn beautiful, Ella.” He cups my face in his large hands. “I can’t stop thinking about you in the most inappropriate fucking ways.”
I hate that hope flares to life inside me. “What kind of ways?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.” He drops his hands and turns to look out of the window again.
I tug at his jacket softly. “What if I do want to know?”
His jaw clenches. “Ella…” His voice is breathless and low, a hint of warning in his tone.
“Please tell me.”
His eyes flash with something hot and illicit. “I think about you the way no stepdad should ever think of his stepdaughter, let’s leave it at that.”
I lick my lips, wondering if he means he has the same fucked up thoughts about us together. “Maybe I think the same things.”
His jaw clenches. “Careful, angel.”
I tilt my head, forgetting everything but the two of us in this car. As if the back of this car is all that exists in this world. “Or what?”
He grabs my throat suddenly, his rough palm forceful. “You’re treading a dangerous path, baby.”
When he calls mebaby, it feels like I’m going to combust. I’m not in my right mind right now.
