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“N-no,” she whispered, clearly unsure of herself.
I bet I can, sweetheart.
“Okay.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m going to call the police and report theft of my jacket. And they’ll come down here, arrest you, and you’ll spend the next two days in a holding cell until Monday morning. Then? I’ll show up, press charges, and you’ll have to post bail. Do you have that kind of money?”
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. She ripped off his jacket, immediately shivering from the biting cold. She grabbed the edges of her shirt, trying to hold it together.
“Fine, take it.”
“Okay,” he said, not making a move to touch the jacket. “Now, I’ll call them and report you for solicitation. I can get at least four men on this street to say you offered them sex in exchange for cash. You’ll be taken in and held in a holding cell until Monday. Do I need to go over the rest?” He cocked his brow, showing no emotion.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Trey leaned closer. “Get in the car, Dahlia.”
Dahlia shook her head. “I reek like smoke, fried fish, and someone spilled a beer on me earlier. Trust me, you don’t want me in your car.”
Trey maneuvered in front of her, grasped her chin, and lifted it slightly until she was forced to peer up at him. He leaned in a fraction of an inch, watching her bottom lip fall open. “Trust me, I do.”
She tried to drop her chin, but he grasped it tightly, forcing her to look at him. The pads of his fingers dug into her neck. It was just enough pressure to make his demands known.
“Get in the car.”
Her throat bobbed against his palm, and her eyes softened. “Okay.”
Trey released his hold, slid his hand to her chest above her breasts, and then dropped it to his side. Dahlia’s gaze remained locked on him as he opened the door, ushering her into the passenger seat.
He shut the door, gesturing to his security to take off. Jared gave a solid chin nod and got into the SUV. It was rare that Trey traveled anywhere without his security close by, but he didn’t need any bystanders for this.
He rounded the back of the car and looked through the window just as she glanced up. Dark eyes pinned on him. This woman would be his downfall.
Chapter Six
Oh, the irony.
For months, Dahlia had fantasized about the man sitting only two feet away. Gorgeous, smooth, and some might say slick without the icky vibe. Trey was obviously smart and well-rounded. While money had never been a strong point for any man who piqued her interest, it wasn’t necessarily a con. Trey seemingly worked hard for his, which was attractive, especially considering some of her previous boyfriends. Did I mention he’s gorgeous? Everything about Trey intrigued her, and she’d taken every opportunity to talk to him. Back then…
Now? She was counting down the minutes until she could escape the prison of his ultra-rich and comfortable, yet pompous, car. First time in a Jaguar, probably the only time she’d ever be in one, and she couldn’t even enjoy it. Again, the irony.
She’d given him the address, expecting him to put it into his GPS. Trey didn’t, nor did he ask for directions. He probably wasn’t familiar with the area, but he never questioned it, and Dahlia refused to offer anything up. There was no bragging in the lower-middle class. Dahlia snuck a few peeks at him during the ride. He drove in silence as if he’d been to her house before. The thought had Dahlia rolling her eyes. She’d bet money he’d never drifted to her side of town. As he approached the cross street, she unbuckled her seat belt.
“You can just let me out here. It’s a one-way with a lot of thru traffic, and there’s never any parking.”
There was truth in her statement, but there was something else. Self-preservation. A protective barrier against people like Trey and their judgment. It didn’t matter.
Trey silently ignored her and made a right on her street, pulling directly in front of her house. Of all the times for there to be an open spot, it had to be this one? The car barely came to a complete stop, and she opened the door and jumped out. Everything in her gut was insisting she slam it shut, but decency wouldn’t allow it.
She bent down, meeting his stare. “I’d say thank you, but that seems inappropriate considering you got me fired.”
The corner of his mouth hiked slightly. Goddamn this man. After all he’d done, she should be cursing his name. Instead, she was having impure thoughts and wondering how vocal he was during sex. Trey was the ultimate mindfuck. Even for a woman who’d had plenty of partners and was well-versed with men, she couldn’t get a read on him. Had he been any other man, she’d be able to dial into what he was thinking, the motive behind his actions. But Trey? I got nothing.
“Bye.” She closed the door and walked across the sidewalk to her walkway. Dahlia glanced back when she heard the engine shut down. Trey got out of the car and rounded the hood.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your door.” Trey peered down the road and then eyed the other end.
“It’s not as sketchy as it looks.”
