“You’re not like most girls your age.”
I gasp as his words hiss my ear. Electricity shoots through his fingers, which still keep me close enough to see the stubble on his chin, to inhale his cologne that wraps around me as if I've slept in his bed. Without meaning to, my hand slips inside his jacket pocket, and I seize something long— a pen.
I twist my arm and hide it as he pulls away. My heart is hammering hard—I want to make him pay for how he talked to me. His smirk widens as though he knows the effect he has on me. His hand slips from my arm and palms my back.
We walk into the garage, and his arm drops away. A black BMW lights up when he digs inside his jacket pocket. During the ride back, I think of two things:
1. I’m afraid of him.
2. I want him.
I’m always so careful to avoid people who might hurt me, so why am I interested in a man who radiates power?
I can’t figure it out.
He stops in front of my dorm building. “It was nice meeting you, Adriana.”
“You, too.”
He nods, his mouth fixed in a neutral expression, and I take that as my cue to leave. How anticlimactic. I climb out of the sleek car with a little difficulty and start walking back to my dorms, my mind buzzing with everything that happened.
“Adriana?”
He’s still parked there, watching me.
“Yeah?” I stoop to look at him through the window.
"Don't be afraid to show more skin." He smiles as if it's just a suggestion. "You'll get bigger tips. I guarantee it."
Are you saying that you want other guys staring at my tits?
Maybe he’s right. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He winks at me and throttles the car, leaving me dumbfounded.
What the hell did I sign up for?
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