Well, what the fuck did he do now?
You could leave.
Right. Like he could kick back and relax while worrying about her.
She’s an adult she can take care of herself.
As though to disprove his thought, she rolled over with that damn monkey clutched against her chest. Then she stuffed her thumb into her mouth.
He nearly laughed. Right. Take care of herself, huh? If he hadn’t come over to check on her, would she still be baking in her car? The thought made him feel ill.
She needed a damn keeper.
He took hold of her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Wake up, Sunny. Now.”
“Don’t wanna go to school. Sick.”
She’d feel even worse in the morning if she didn’t rehydrate. He was uncertain what to do if she wouldn’t listen to him, however.
What are you going to do, spank me?
He remembered that question all too clearly. He’d spanked his fair share of women, during sex. He enjoyed bondage and control in the bedroom.
But all of that was fully consensual. Sunny wasn’t herself right now. Would she be mad that he’d stripped her off to her underwear to get her in the shower? And then she’d taken hers off and fallen against him. He’d tried not to look, he really had. But she had the prettiest breasts he’d ever seen.
She was right, they weren’t big. But if she dared to even think about getting boobs like Yoga Barbie, he would. . .
What? What would you do?
Fucked if he knew right now.
Right, if she wouldn’t drink then he’d just have to make her. He grabbed hold of her, dragging her up. Her eyes shot open and she stared up at him with a scream, flinging backwards. She kept a tight hold of her stuffed monkey.
“Don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you. It’s Duke. I have some Gatorade for you.”
“Don’t like it.”
Her eyes were drifting shut once more.
“I don’t care if you don’t like it. You’re damn well going to drink it.” He pressed the bottle to her mouth and she pulled away.
“Eww, yuck.”
“Stop being such a baby and drink it!”
She gaped at him, hugging that stupid toy tight as tears dripped down her face.
Fuck. What was he doing?
Acting like an ass, that’s what you’re doing.
“Sunny—”
“You should leave.”
Tears tracked down her too-pale cheeks, making him feel like more of an asshole than ever.