“You actually know how to show up.”
I take the jab of her words with a nod. She has the right to be mad and kick me out of her life, if she wants to.
Doesn’t mean I’ll go, though.
That’s not how it works with me.
“I’ll drive you.” I point at my Mercedes across the parking lot.
“I have my own car.” She keeps her expression closed off as she tries to push me off her car.
I remain planted in front of the driver’s door, not moving an inch. My little Petal must’ve realized she can’t move me and backs off, face reddening with exertion.
She wraps her coat around her frame, using it as a shield. “Do you mind?”
“Yes, I do, actually. I said I’ll drive you.”
Her furious metal gaze snaps my way. “You don’t get to demand things from me after you left me that way yesterday. I’m not your toy.”
“No.” I reach out and grab her by the chin. “You’re my pet.”
Her lips quiver as I tighten my hold around her, forcing her to stare up at me with wild petrified eyes. I can feel the rush of fear snaking down her body, but at the same time, her eyes shine with the potency of the thrill.
It’s almost the same look she gave me when I thrust into her tight cunt and owned her for the first time. Fear and excitement are the most exquisite look on her.
“Let me go,” she tries to shift sideways, probably searching for someone.
“Do you think anyone can save you from me, Pet?”
“S-Someone will see.”
“See what?”
She averts her gaze. “You know.”
I shake her by the chin, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “Know what?”
“Jasper…”
“What?”
“We’re in public.”
“And that’s important because?”
“I…” She gulps, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
“You what? Don’t want your little friends to know you’re getting fucked by me? Is that it, Georgina?”
She glares at me. There’s something I noticed; my little Petal gets upset when I call her by her full name. In such a short time, she has grown to like Pet a lot more than she’ll ever admit.
She pushes at my chest with her tiny hands —or tries to anyway, considering I don’t move an inch. “Says the one who walked out on me.”
“Won’t happen again.”
“How do I know that?”
“Get your ass in the car and I’ll prove it in creative ways.”
She swallows, her throat working with the up and down of the movement and then, slowly, too slowly, her thick lashes flutter against her eyes and she nods.
“Good girl.”
I feel the change in her body before I see it. Her entire being softens at my words, and her body temperature rises.
“Are you turned on, my pet?”
“What? No!” Too loud, too defensive.
I release her jaw and snake my hand down her stomach. “Maybe I should find out myself.”
She pushes away from me and half-jogs toward my car. A soft chuckle leaves my lips as I follow her.
As soon as we hit the road, my little Petal’s curious gaze rakes over me. I pretend I don’t notice, keeping my entire focus on the road, but I can feel her eyes surrounding me like smoke, trying to weed me out.
Petal isn’t the curious type. I’ve seen how she always keeps out of any drama or connection and tries to go through her day just so she can go back to the fat, lazy cats.
Unless there’s a cat in the equation, my little Petal always keeps out of any interaction.
The fact that she’s interested in me should be bothersome, but a smirk tilts my lips anyway.
This has turned a lot more interesting than I originally planned.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks.
Smirking, but semantics. “I just thought of something.”
“What?”
“You under me as I fuck you until you pass out, Pet.”
The sound of her gulp fills the car along with something else; her arousal. I can feel it without even inhaling deep.
“Is that all you think about when it comes to me?” she asks.
“Of course not. I also keep thinking about the ways I’ll fill your every hole with my cum.”
“Point made.” Her voice drops, she’s trying to sound upset, but she can’t control the tremor at the end.
She wants this as much as me, she just doesn’t want to admit it.
We’ll change that with time.
“Dinah says hi.” She pushes her hair back and subtly changes the subject. “She kind of likes you. Like a little.”
I raise an eyebrow, glancing at her. “Kind of? A little?”
“Fine, a lot. You’re such an arrogant asshole, do you know that?”
“I love the sound of compliments from those lips, Pet.”
“Whatever. What have you done to my friend that she’s so under your spell?”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
“Well, I’m asking you.”
“I was just being my charming self.”
“Yeah, right.” She fingers the strap of her bag. “Would you have been interested in me if Dinah didn’t introduce us?”