facelift, she’d go for one, no need to take their lives into their
hands to move at light speed.
Claire kept her eyes forward and Haley tried to tell what she
was thinking while the scenery flashed by them at astonishing
rates. I want her. No, it’s just curiosity. Haley knew she was a
liar. Claire was exotic. She knew about things that Haley
couldn’t possibly imagine. Claire was older and that was
exciting, but it was her beauty, her knowledge, and her icy
exterior that drew Haley most. What was Claire hiding behind
that façade? What sadness and what secrets? She wanted to
know.
Whatever it was, was it bad? Haley had tried to goad her
into telling her about her past by mouthing off in her office,
but it hadn’t worked. She’d denied ever having any bad
experiences or a shitty childhood. She was insanely rich, and
when Haley tried to look Claire up online, all she came up
with was that it was family money. That was all she could
find. Rich families could be bad too.
Just because Claire had money and had come from it didn’t
mean she’d always been happy. Maybe it was the being rich
thing that made her how she was. Maybe she was tired of
everyone expecting something from her or wanting a piece of
her. It was impossible to know. She wasn’t going to tell Haley.
Not with her words. Not with her body.
Haley squirmed in her seat, pressing her thighs together to
try to relieve the pressure there. She’d worn skinny jeans and
all day the seams had chafed against her overly sensitive clit.
She’d felt hot and damp, aching all day.
It would have been easier if Claire was back at home and
she’d been able to escape her, but no. All day she’d been so