“I don’t care anymore,” she says. “What do I care if Byron loses his business? It’s not my father’s. He’s gone now.”
“But it’s yours,” I say. “It should have always been yours.”
“What do I want to run a business for? I just want to be happy and away from Byron,” she says.
“I take it you’re not going to Boulder?” I ask her.
“Hell no,” she says. “I’m staying right here in Michigan. I want to be near you.” She stumbles a little, but I hold her steady. I hope she means all this. I hope it’s not the alcohol talking.
“Okay, you lovebirds. Enough of this, or I’m going to start vomiting,” Dasha says. “Can we go, or what?”
I kiss Madison and turn to Dasha. “Okay, we’re leaving. Let’s go,” I say, walking her to my car.
When we’re driving, I glance at the neon-lit sign. It reads: “Bar and More!”
“Why the hell were you at a male strip club?” I ask them, shaking my head.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Dasha says. “I wanted to cheer up my friend because you were making her sad.”
“Don’t lie, Dasha,” Madison says. She turns to me and tells me, “She took me against my will. I didn’t know that’s where we were going.”
“Ugh, fine.” Dasha rolls her eyes. “Throw me under the bus, why don’t ya? She’s right, Rocco. I took her hostage and made her watch the sexy men. Don’t punish her too hard, okay?”
I laugh. How much does Dasha know about us? Does Madison talk about me a lot to her? The entire situation, oddly enough, makes me feel excited.
She likes me. She doesn’t want to leave me. Everything is okay.
I pull into Dasha’s driveway and stop. There’s that weird feeling of air becoming motionless as she steps out of the car. Madison looks over at me clutching the door handle, as if she’s waiting for an interruption.
I grab her hand and pull her close.
“You coming with me?” I ask.
She glances at Dasha who smiles.
“I’ve got nowhere else to go, but home,” she whispers.
I wink and wait for her to buckle up. “See you, Dasha,” I say, leaning out the window.
She waves, and we’re driving against time.
It’s not long before she says, “Pull over.”
I assume she’s sick or something, even though she’s acting completely normal. “Pull over?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she tells me. “Just turn into this area here.”
In front of us is a turnoff, into a woodsy and secluded area.
“Put the car in park and turn the car off,” she says. “I want you to fuck me against this leather.”
I do exactly what she says, feeling my cock rise against the zipper of my pants.
She practically pounces on me, folding the car seat back. She straddles my waist and quickly unbuckles my belt.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I say.
I slide my hand up her dress. She looks so beautiful with it on, but she’ll look even better with it off.