“I just caught you destroying a car. Don’t you think I should be calling the cops?”
“This is Deacon’s car,” she gritted out. “If you knew what he owed me, you wouldn’t even think of calling the cops.”
“Wrong.” Taking a chance with my life, I dipped my head to speak close to her ear. “This ismycar. I let him drive sometimes.”
“Oh.” She went limp for a beat, then tipped her head back, showing me her face.
“Yeah, oh.”
“The company you keep, Theodore.”
“Theo. One day, you’re going to tell me what Deacon did.”
“No I’m not.”
In the light of the moon and a few stars, I looked her over. It wasn’t really bright enough to tell, but I knew her lips were crimson red. She painted them that way, and the red seemed to be a part of her.
Her thick, silky hair slid away from her face, down her back and over my arms. Even when she was snarling at me, Helen was strikingly beautiful. She had the kind of deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, sloped nose, and rounded chin that belonged in paintings from a different era. And holy Christ, was she sexy. Possibly unhinged, but sexy nonetheless.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispered.
“I’ve never seen a criminal this close up before.” I lowered my face so our noses were almost touching. “Didn’t know they came this hideous.”
She reached up, grazing her fingertips along my jaw. “You know, I’ve never seen a rich boy this close either. I didn’t know the aristocracy still inbred, but I see they do. You’re very ugly.”
Her tits were flattened against my chest, and each panting breath she took shoved them deeper into me. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, harder than I’d been in a long time. It was disconcerting to be so fucking aroused by the little criminal I’d caught. That didn’t stop me from pressing my dick against her.
Her red lips parted, and I felt her gasp and quick exhale across my mouth.
“Theodore,” she breathed.
That mouth was as red as a stop sign, but it flipped the switch on my inner bull. All I saw was a red flag, and there was nothing that could’ve stopped me from charging. Not logic. Not reason. Nothing.
I leaned in, touching my mouth to hers.
And then...nothing.
The little shit had slipped right out of my arms. By the time I realized what was happening, she was booking it down the sidewalk, leaving me there with a hard dick and her skateboard on the ground.
What the hell had I been thinking?
The girl massacred my car, and I tried to kiss her like she was my girlfriend.
With my hand on my forehead, I checked out the damage. Cracked windshield, busted headlights, dented hood. My dad was going to be displeased, and he was already displeased as hell with me.
I was fucked. But if I went down, I wasn’t going down alone. The next time I dealt with Helen, I’d remember exactly who she was. And who she wasn’t.