"Oh, that is rich, coming from someone who got his license at 7/11." I open my mouth to respond, but she rocks her stereo, then flips me the middle finger and speeds off.
I gawk in disbelief. What the fuck just happened?Unbelievable! I'm good at reading people and this delicious sauce pot is definitely a submissive who screams for me to put her across my knee and spank her naughty ass until it's bright red. I take a note of her registration like some stalker and as I consider catching up to her, my cell phone goes off. Christopher's name flashes on my screen.
"Hey, man. Can you talk?"
"You aren't going to believe what just happened. A stunning brunette was driving too slow, so I overtook her. She catches up to me and accuses me of dangerous driving. I politely pointed out that she needs to refresh her road rules knowledge. And how does she repay me? By telling me "fuck off, idiot," then had the audacity to flip me off and drive away without so much as a backward glance." Christopher laughs with evil delight. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut? Now I won't hear the end of it.
"Master Sebastian, it must be a hard pill for you to swallow. You're used to women falling at your feet, obeying your every whim and desire." He chuckles, continuing, "Anyway, I'm hosting a private party tonight at the club, so why don't you join us and blow off some steam?"
"Fuck man, after the day I had, I'll definitely need to blow off some serious steam. I'll see you tonight." I disconnect the call with a heavy sigh.
When I arrive at the office, I bury myself in work to distract myself from feeling disappointed that Micaela is not my sister and the need to find the sexy kitten with defiant eyes.