Chapter Twelve
ADAM
I stared at my phone, sitting in the car at the Bennetts. I’d been about to drive the hell out of there, and my phone had buzzed at me. Checking, just in case they’d decided to call me back, I was concerned by the unknown number. The message, however… that had made me smile. I just knew it was her. If it had been Jeff Clarke instead, I’d have looked like a real dick. Oh god… it still could be him.
Me: What are you doing right now?
Lame question, but an easy way to check that it’s definitely her, and not him. My god, what a situation to be in.
Unknown: Work. I found my gloves…
Perfect. I started the car, just in case they wondered what I was up to, and then I messaged her again.
Me: I prefer being your hand warmer.
Jesus. I put the car into reverse and backed the hell out of their place, heading down the dirt track, back to some semblance of safety. My phone pinged again as I reached the bottom of that lane, out of sight of them at last, so I pulled over again.
LittleAngel: I’d be happy to forget them again.
I groaned, settling into my seat more comfortably. I turned the heating on low, and kept the engine running for the moment.
Me: Not looking after yourself makes me cranky, little angel, you know this. But I’ll always be willing to warm you up.
I set the phone down, banging my head back against the seat. I’m a fucking predator. That’s what it is. She’s so vulnerable, and lost, and I’m taking advantage of that. And what the hell was this ‘little angel’ bullshit? Where was it even coming from?
LittleAngel: You’d be surprised how cold I get when I’m alone.
I read it. Read it again. Was she flirting, or was I just reading into it what I wanted to see?
Me: Fleecy pyjamas not enough? They had koalas on them, for god’s sake.
LittleAngel: Nothing beats a little… body heat…
Fuck me. If that wasn’t flirting, I wasn’t sure what was.
Me: Maybe you need someone to hold you while you sleep.
The thought of being wrapped around her small body, whether she still wore those cute fleecy clothes or not, had my cock straining against my jeans. Jesus. For nearly a year it had refused to even twitch, and now it won’t stay down.
I grabbed at the crotch of my jeans, pulling at them as I moved on the seat. That just made it worse. Probably nothing would make it go away now. Short of burying it deep into that gorgeous little woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.
When my phone pinged again, I reached for it without moving. Maybe if we kept flirting like this, I could get off, and then I could drive again.
I swiped the screen, and my blood chilled in my veins.
BennettDicks: We don’t pay you to park up on our property and wank off to whatever the fuck you’re watching. Put your dick away and go to work.
Jesus fuck. I sat up, glancing around me. There was no sign of anyone. That meant they could see me with fucking cameras. I got out of the car, looking around me. I couldn’t see a damn thing out of place. They were good. Terrifyingly so.
I had no idea how to reply to that, so instead I raised a middle finger, and did a slow circle on the ground, turning to face every direction. Somehow they’d see it.
BennettDicks: Charming. Now fuck off.
I did as I was told, my entire body burning with humiliation, and that arousal that didn’t quite dissipate, because I couldn’t put her out of my mind.
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JULIE