He made a motion with his finger, spinning it in the air, and she knew he obviously wanted her to unroll the window.
She didn’t want to do it. She tried to tell her hand not to move. It didn’t obey. He was right. She was a good girl at heart. At least if she unrolled the stupid thing maybe she could somehow get through to him that she was not going to stick around. That she didn’t want to hear his lies. That she wasn’t up for anymore bullshit. That she was never going to let his unfairly amazing member anywhere near her again.
God. She shut her eyes, blinking hard. Why was she thinking about his member?
Oh right. Because he was literally leaning up against the window and his waist was right about eye level.
The window slid open easily, the whirring noise echoing loudly through the car like she was locked in some kind of cave and he’d come to save her. She’d rather stay in the cave, even if it was filled with bats and spiders, thank you very much.
Byron bent down and all of a sudden, it wasn’t his waist she was staring at. It was those intense, startlingly blue eyes. It felt like she was looking into them for the first time, falling into them. Why? Why did he have to do that to her with a single look? Turn her body inside out and flip her around, spin her and land her onto her ass so that she felt winded and ruined, helpless and so freaking hopeful?
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She ripped her eyes away, turning her head towards the road.
It was a fatal mistake, turning her attention, because he reached in, like the bastard he was, and flipped the locks on the car. He strode around before she could fumble to find the lock again, pulled open the passenger seat, and slid in beside her.
“What are you doing? Don’t you have ears? I said I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t have to talk.” Byron’s voice was far too cheerful, even though she refused to look at him. “I’ll do the talking. You just have to listen.”
“I don’t want to do that either.”
“Well, I’m not going to get out of this seat, so it doesn’t look like you have a choice.”
“I do. I could get out right now and leave you sitting there.”
He reached across her faster than she thought possible and ripped the keys from the ignition. “You could get out if you want, but you’ll have to abandon your rental, because I’m not giving the keys back until you hear me out.”
“You’re the worst scum I could ever imagine.” Noemi pouted. She crossed her arms like a child and stared out the window, even though it hurt to have her neck cranked so far to the side.
“I might be, but why don’t you just give me a chance? You left New York when you obviously didn’t even know what I even looked like. You don’t know the first thing about me. You made all these assumptions about me being a total asshole-”
“Judging from what you did here, I’m pretty sure every assumption I made was correct.”
Byron huffed. “They might be. Actually, most of them probably were. Including the part where you assumed that while you were in the mood to let your hair down a little, I’d be a good candidate for a good lay.”
Noemi buttoned her lips at that, because what could she honestly say to that? She’d initiated almost every single thing they’d done the evening before and the night before. Maybe even the morning before too. It was astoundingly mortifying to have to face up to it, not just on a walk of shame, but on a marathon of shame.
Byron took pity on her and changed the subject to whatever nefarious course he obviously wanted to be on. “I came searching for you because I wanted you to hear me out. I had this grand plan about how we’d get married and how we could help each other out, keep it platonic, then get a divorce in due course. We could claim that it didn’t work out and people would get it. Most marriages end in divorce, so I was sure that your dad wouldn’t be too disappointed. You’d be young. I’d give you a portion of the company so you’d be set for life, even if your dad was pissed and wouldn’t give you shares in his. You’d walk away from the marriage a rich woman. You could literally do anything you wanted with your life. I had this plan… and then I met you.”
“And what? It just went out the window because you liked the taste of my pussy?” She’d never been so crass before and she winced. She was glad he couldn’t see her do it.