Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I guess you’ll never know. Now, come on, Shortcake. Let’s go for pancakes. We have much to discuss.” He holds open the car door.
I shake my head. “I’m not getting into a police car.”
“You are. Get in before I start the sirens.” My dress bunches in my hands from how tightly I’m clutching it. This asshole is so insufferable.
“You have ten seconds.” He starts counting. “Ten. Nine.” His eyes pin mine. “Eight.”
“Ugh. Shut up. I’m coming.” Because I know he’ll do it. And the last thing I need is for this to end up as a headlining story or even a minor article because my father will find out one way or another. And I don’t want any of my family knowing I’ve been seen with a cop.
He watches my every step as I descend the stairs. It’s like at the nightclub all over again, but this time, the tension is more palpable, and I can’t blame it on the tequila. His gaze falls to my heels and remains there until I reach him. Then, ever so slowly, he drags his gaze up my body until it reaches my face.
He opens the passenger door and nods his head for me to get in. I look at him, contemplating whether or not I should get in. Someone could see me. But he doesn’t care about that.
I don’t even know why he’s here. I haven’t dropped off my little surprise to him yet, so other than that, I can’t think of why he’d be here demanding I get into his car.
“I’ve been upgraded from the trunk?” I ask indignantly.
“That’s reserved for the girls I like,” he says with an arrogant smirk.
“Suddenly, I can see why you must be lonely, especially if you’re so desperate for my attention.”
I can tell he’s trying to hide a laugh, which fills me with a flash of triumph of sorts. I slide into the car, not wanting him to see my tiny grin.
If my family discovered me willingly sliding into a detective’s car, all the sentiments of how proud of me they are would be thrown out the window. And, yet, part of me wonders if that’s why I’m doing it. It’s the one thing I shouldn’t be doing. The one thing my mother and father would entirely disapprove of. It makes it exciting.
No doubt they would kill him, though.
He knows this and is apparently willing to risk it.
And while he annoys me, I don’t want him dead… yet. I like playing with him. It’s been keeping me very entertained these last few weeks. Granted, I didn’t think I would ever see him again, and now I can’t get him to leave.
He shuts the car door and walks around to the driver’s side. I make a point not to speak to him as he takes us to my favorite diner, He doesn’t push for conversation, either. He just grins the entire fucking trip like he’s already won.
When we park at the diner, he quickly comes around to open the door for me. I don’t thank him. Because this is a kidnapping. Kidnappers do not get manners, even if they have a badge.
I stand out in my formal silk gown and expensive jewelry. And though the café isn’t busy, the few diners scattered at the tables turn to look as we enter.
He leads us to my usual table, ordering two plates of pancakes with extra syrup and two mugs of black coffee as I take the seat opposite him.
It’s eerie that he knows my regular order. A reminder that perhaps I’m too regimented. But if I were to compare myself to my father, then I’m not half as bad, but I don’t know if that’s a good comparison.
“Care to let me know why I’m here?” I ask.
“Because after this, you’ll be coming back to my place, and we’ll be fucking.”
I sneer at him. “I’m not sleeping with a cop.”
“You’re really hung up on that, aren’t you? Did Mommy and Daddy teach you that police are the enemy?”
My smile is cruel. “Yes. And they also taught me manners and that if I ever need them to make the scary monsters go away, they’ll be there. But some monsters I prefer to slay myself.”
“You seem to be shit at slaying anything. Maybe you’ll have better luck with my cock.”
“Well, it’s significantly smaller, isn’t it? Perhaps this time, I might use blades instead of my hands.”
He’s smirking as he says, “I much prefer it when you use your mouth.”
My pussy throbs, and before I can reply, the waitress stops at our table and places our pancakes in front of us.
His eyes sparkle as he cuts the first bite and puts it into his mouth. “Are you saying you haven’t thought about it? Your kiss the other night indicates otherwise.”
“I…”
“You have. And you aren’t a virgin anymore. So I don’t plan to treat you like one this time.” He takes another bite, and we both know he was the only one treating me like a virgin that night, and it certainly didn’t end on that note. There was no sweet lovemaking. That’s not why I was there. But next time… It could be disastrous.