This man is going to destroy me, I just know it.
Nick smiles, stepping off the wall, and coming to the cab. His muscles tense with each step, bulging and thickening as he moves. Resting his arm against the roof, he leans in the passenger window, and hands the driver some money. “Here, keep the change.”
“You don't need to do that. I can pay him.” Digging in my purse, I pull out my wallet and start to open it.
He crooks his jaw and shakes his head. “I'm sure you can, but I beat you to it.” Nick opens my door to let me out. “Are you as excited for this as I am?”
Rolling my eyes, I walk to the back of the cab, and open the trunk. “Excited? No, not exactly. I'm ready for it to be over.”
“Come on,” he says, reaching into the trunk and taking out my luggage. “It'll be fun. You get a little break from the city, a paid vacation by work, what could be better than that?”
“First of all, I didn't agree to this, you put me here. I don't know what your secret plan is, but it isn't going to work.” I grab the handle for my suitcase, but Nick quickly grabs my arm, holding me in place.
“I plan on having a good time, and so should you.” He releases my arm, softly running the very tips of his fingers down to my hand. “Life's about having fun, Misty.”
The hair on my arms stand up, and my whole body shivers. Nick licks his lips as he pulls the suitcase from my grasp and carries it to his car.
I'm frozen in place. Whatever spell he just cast on me is working. My pussy is dripping, my nipples are tender and perked as my stomach fills with butterflies.
“You coming? Or do I need to pick you up and carry you too?”
Shaking my head, I reground myself. “I'm coming,” I say, walking to his car and dropping into the passenger seat. Nick closes my door and moves to the front, waiting for the traffic to pass so he can get in.
I take a second to look around quickly before he climbs inside with me. His car isn't as fancy as I expected. I pictured him driving a Mercedes or a BMW, but to my surprise, it's just your classic sedan.
It's clean, no frills, no fancy leather, or computerized dashboard. Twisting the air freshener that's dangling from the mirror in my direction, I smell it. It's not a new car scent or one of those pine tree scents, it's green tea and lavender. Glancing out the windshield, Nick is still waiting for traffic to stop, so I pop open his glove box. Nothing.
There's no trash or dirt in the car anywhere. The windows are crystal clear and there isn't a speck of dirt on the floor.
“Okay,” he says, sitting down and putting the key in the ignition. “Let's do this.”
“Your car is super clean, like too clean.”
“What can I say, I like keep things tidy.” He checks his mirrors, and the car jerks forward as he pulls into the street.
“If this is how you keep your car, I can't imagine your house.”
“Well, maybe you'll have to come over one day.” He looks over at me briefly, and my heart hammers inside my chest.
Turning away, I look out my window. “Not going to happen. I don't even want to know where you live.” Tucking my hands under my thighs, I just watch the buildings as we drive out of the city.
I'm standing my ground. Nick might be flirty, he might be one of those guys who thinks because he had it once, he can have it whenever he wants. But he's wrong. We are a one-time thing.
My best friend is interested in him, and I'm not going to screw up our relationship for some guy. Not going to happen.
“Well, I live just over the line in Connecticut.” he says, “Now, why don't you tell me something about yourself.”
“Like what?”
“I don't know, something interesting.”
“Why?”
“Because we have a four hour drive ahead of us, and I don't want to do it in silence.”
Arching my brows, I lean forward, and turn on the radio. “There, problem solved.”
Nick chuckles, running his hand across his jaw. His eyes are flicking between the road and me, but his smile, his smile is making me weak in the knees.
“Fine, you don't have to talk. I'll tell you something about myself instead.” His lips fold down as he hums and thinks. “Well, let's see, where to start. . .” Pausing, he keeps his eyes forward. “Well, I'm good in bed, we both know that.”
“Seriously?” I ask, jerking my head in his direction.
“Hey, you don't want to talk, remember? This is the Nick show now, you're going to have to deal with it.”
“That's fine, but can we not talk about sex?”
“Why not? You loved it.” He bites his lip and flashes me a sexy grin.
I want to tell him to get bent, but he's right. The sex was great. It was incredible, probably the best I've ever had. But I'm not going to tell him that.
“Ask me again,” I say. He looks at me, not saying a word. “Seriously, ask me again about myself.”
“Oh, all right, I wasn't sure. I thought maybe you were talking about us and—”
Cutting him off, I avoid the sex topic, “Yeah, I get it. So, ask me again.”
“Tell me something about yourself, Misty.”
“I once got arrested for indecent exposure at a water park.”
“What?” he balks with a laugh.
“Yeah, I didn't realize my bathing suit was see through when it got wet, and the park called the cops because a few parents complained. I guess I had walked around long enough baring all the goods.”
Nick is laughing hard, his eyes watering so much he has to wipe them with his hand so he can see. “Wow, that's crazy. Hilarious, but crazy. I wish I had been there.”
“Yeah, it wasn't so funny when I had to call my parents. Now it's your turn.”
“Okay, how's this one for you. I got arrested once too, on Halloween, in a ninja costume.”
“For what?”
“Me and a few friends had gone to a party, and I was walking home, but I guess there had also been some burglaries in the area, and well, I looked suspicious.”
“Yeah, I would think a guy in a ninja suit, alone, late at night, might catch some attention.”
“The looks I got were something.”
Giggling, he laughs with me, and I start feel a little more relaxed. We're getting further and further away from the city, and the distance is putting me more at ease. We talk about our childhood, funny stories we have, jobs, relationships, and it's actually really nice.
Nick is smart, he's funny, and his confidence is sexy as hell.
“Oh, hey, did you see that?” he asks as he looks out my window.
“See what? I don't see anything but trees.”
We're on a mountain road in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. All I see are trees. Every so often there's a break in the forest and I get a glimpse of the valley below.
“I swear I saw a moose, or maybe it was a deer.” He's squinting his eyes as he slows the car down.
“What are doing? Why are you stopping?”
“I told you, I thought I saw something.”
Nick pulls the car to the side of the road, and into a small clearing. He's staring out my window, looking around me. I try to scan the trees, but I don't see a damn thing.