I wish I could jump into a black hole and allow it to take me far away into another dimension. What the hell is this asshole playing at?
And how dare he do this?
I’m not riding on that thing with him.
“I think maybe you should go with him.” Lorelai giggles, rubbing her hands together.
Go with him?
No, I don’t think so. But I will give him a piece of my mind.
I grab my satchel and march down to him with my hands balled into fists.
Stopping a few paces away, I set my hands on my hips and glare at him.
“What the hell is the matter with you? This is a respectable place with important, decent people.”
Of course, in true Desmier Volkova style, all he does is give me that mocking smirk which grates on my nerves and fans the flames of my fury.
“Decent?” He raises his thick dark brows. “I’d bet my left nut most of them are thinking of either getting high or fucking.”
He might not be wrong, but I don’t care. I hate any sort of attention being drawn to me, and I’ve had no end of it since he stormed into my life.
“Can’t you just be normal?”
“Normal is boring as fuck. Now get on the bike.”
“No.” I try to sound firm but fail because now I’m terrified. I’ve never ridden on the back of a motorcycle before and it was never on my bucket list of things to do before I die. “I’m not going anywhere with you on that monstrous thing, riding around like some hoodlum. Christ knows what will—”
Like the first time we kissed, he steals my words away by sealing his mouth to mine. Just like then, I never saw him coming. He just slipped his arm around me and brought me to his lips in one swoop then kissed me.
Unlike then, we have an audience. One that blends into the ether as
his lips devour mine.
I melt into him, my body awakening. Then it’s left feeling cold and lacking when he pulls away and gives me his sexy trademark grin.
“I missed you, too.”
My awareness flips back into focus and I look around, my skin flushing as I think of how he just kissed me in front of everyone.
And did he just say he missed me?
The thought makes me lightheaded, but I’m still looking around at the people watching, including Lorelai, who has the biggest smile on her face. And that look that tells me she thinks Desmier and I have chemistry.Which we do.
Thank God I came clean moments ago, or she’d find out tomorrow—or later—like the other girls will when people start talking about how Anastasia Sidorov was kissing the long-lost Volkova son who stole her away from his brother at their wedding.
Knowing these people, though, they’d probably add a lie here and there and say we were having sex on the lawn.
My stomach twists, and I decide I can’t care. Not when the pirate man before me is looking at me like he’s going to eat me.
“Get on the bike, Anastasia and hold on to me real tight. You know how.” Desmier’s smile widens, becoming seductive, and I think of those moments when I hold on to him as he eats me out.
“What if we crash?”
“We won’t. Just hold on to me and enjoy the thrill.”
He hands me his helmet and I put it on, praying we don’t die. Then he helps me get on the bike.