Just like her parents.
My jaw clenches so tightly my teeth start to ache.
She drove here. With her car like this.
Rodrigo clears his throat, and my eyes jerk away from the damage towards him, only to find him looking away from the car entirely. When I look back at the car, I see why.
Thick creamy thighs fill my vision.
Bare thighs.
“The fuck?” I seethe, stepping closer.
Maddie’s crawling over the center console, ass in the air, so she can climb out the passenger door. And she’s wearing little fucking shorts. Tiny jean shorts that expose the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs that only I should be familiar with.
The shorts, the angle we get from standing next to her little car, it’s all too much.
Too much skin.
Too much temptation.
Too much fucking fury.
I glare over at Rodrigo, but he has the brains to keep his eyes averted.
A potent mixture of concern and rage fill my mind, as I stomp around to the other side of the car.
Maddie’s crawling across the seats because the driver’s door won’t open.
My girl drove here in a car with a door that wouldn’t fucking open.
With way more force than necessary, I grip the door handle and yank it open.
“Get out!” I snap. Like that’s not exactly what she’s already doing.
She freezes, her hand outstretched mid-reach for the door I just pulled open.
I have just enough time to see her mouth part in shock at my tone, when a curtain of glossy black hair falls across her face.
Another jolt of emotion seizes me.
She’s so pretty. So stunning. So goddamn fragile.
Crouching into her space, I grip her under the arms and bodily drag her from the car.
“Axel!” she shrieks, but I cut her off.
“Did you see your fucking door?!” It’s a rhetorical question, and I don’t leave her any time to answer. “Have you lost your mind? Driving here with your car in that condition?”
I set her on her feet, then immediately palm the back of her neck.
I make sure to ignore the perfectly sleek straight hair. The slightly shorter style. I’ll notice how nice her hair looks later. Right now, we have shit to sort out.
With a none-to-gentle grip, I start to half-guide half-drag her towards my office.
“Axel, it’s just a dent!” her short legs work to keep up with my strides.
Knowing I shouldn’t, I look down between us, catching a glance of pale jiggling thigh.