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“Will I?”
I steamed, in more ways than one. It wasn’t just the searing looks and innuendos which he somehow made me feel guilty for even though he said them. It was the whole package.
“Do you want to meet back here after I shower and change…”
My voice trailed off as I pushed open the door and beheld the sleek black limousine parked in front of Jerry’s Place. No fucking way.
“How about if I give you a ride instead?” He said it oh so casually, as if he hadn’t set this whole thing up.
“If you insist.”
His eyes sparkled as the driver hastened to open the back door for us. He tipped his hat to me and smiled, but his job was to be unobtrusive and I didn’t really take in his features. The driver in a way was like the limo, another accouterment of a super rich man.
“Allow me,” Marshall said, offering me his hand. I took it a bit suspiciously, and got in the back seat. I scooted over, marveling at how much room there was as he got in as well.
I refused to let it show on my face how much the size and opulence of the limo captivated me. He glanced over at me and arched his brows.
“Would you like something to drink?” he reached out and pressed a button without telling me. I yelped as a mini fridge sleekly built into the center console opened soundlessly. Inside there were bottles of expensive mineral water, sports drinks, wine, champagne, and soda pop.
“Um, sure, I'll take a water.”
He handed me the bottle, and it was huge with all sorts of electrolytes and other words hard to pronounce on the label. I have to admit, it hit different from the ninety-nine-cent bottled water I got at the gas station down the street from my crib.
“You know,” I said, “I stand by what I said before. A lot of rich people are just lucky, and that’s why they’re rich. People like me don’t get a fair shake.”
“Do you think that a fair shake is all you need?” He didn’t specifically challenge me with tone or even expression, but again it was implied somehow.
“Yeah, and I can’t get it because of all the gatekeeping. The upper one percent want to keep it in the family. They don’t want anybody else to sit down at their exclusive table.”
“I have an idea of how to prove you wrong.” He sipped his water, eyes never leaving me. The cologne he wore mingled with the kitchen dish soap for a really strange but pleasing combination.
“Oh, is that so?” I didn’t bother to keep the derision out of my tone.
“Indeed. But not tonight.” He screwed the cap back on his bottle and his fingers lingered on the tip while he spoke to me. I almost called him out for the phallic implications, but I was afraid he would turn it around on me.
“Tonight, Jennifer, I just want you to relax, and have a good time.”
Again, nothing dirty there, but I still felt a tremble in every fiber of my being. I wanted to hate this guy. He was the type of elite keeping me down, after all. But god, part of me was thrilled with the idea of getting naked with him.
Just the idea, though.
I was tired, sweaty, tired, hungry and did I mention I was tired?
We pulled up outside of my place and I rushed inside to shower and change. I have certain standards, and I didn’t want to go out looking like crap. I was unfair to him and while I couldn’t bring myself to admit it to his face, I did want to make amends by playing along.
For now.
I slipped on a blue dress with a flared skirt, a slight ruffle at the bottom. I liked it because it was comfortable, just a little bit flirty with its baby doll neckline, and most of all because it was clean. The skirt tended to flounce up while I walked, which made it seem like it would reveal more than it should, but the ruffle kept it weighted enough that never happened.
A pair of black pumps and just a bit of makeup finished my look. My hair was still slightly wet but I did what I could with it, pulling it back into a high ponytail and using a butterfly clip to hold it in place.
I clumped over to the window in my heels and peered out the window to see if maybe he’d gotten bored and left. My face twisted into a confused frown because I couldn’t comprehend what I saw at first.
Marshall stood on the sidewalk next to the limousine, wearing an absolutely clean suit. Whatever happened to the old one and how did he manage to change so quickly remained a mystery. He looked amazing though. I never had a thing for older guys, but he just had that energy while being handsome, tall and visibly athletic.
I couldn’t watch any longer and headed back down the steps. When I reached the street he opened a limo door himself.
“You look ravishing.”
