“Then whereareyou taking me?” She snaps, her voice raw.
“Back to my place.”
Her anger rolls off her in waves, the aroma intoxicating.
I could become addicted to it.
“If you touch me…”
Her empty threats are delightful.
“You’re in no position to fight me,” I purr. “But, no. That’s not the plan.”
She exhales.
“At least not yet, anyway.” I add.
I can’t help myself. Teasing her is too much fun.
“I’ll kill you.” She whispers.
When’s the last time I smiled around someone so much? Her attitude and fierceness light something inside my chest.
Something deep and dangerous.
“I’d love to see you try,” I quip back.
She squirms in her seat.
I sigh, imagining the scene that we’ll cause when I bring her back to the house.
I can’t fucking wait.