Painted Red

Dex narrowed his eyes a bit, looking right through me, clearly seeing I was bullshitting him. “Nah, that shit can wait ‘til tomorrow, come on I’ll walk you out.”

I gave up. “Well, my bus doesn’t come for a little while and I don’t feel like waiting out there in that heat, so-”

“You don’t have a car, Rosie?”

“Nope.” I didn’t want to elaborate. I didn’t feel like talking about my reasons for coming to this damn city so woefully unprepared, especially not with a man I barely knew.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to give you a ride then, huh?” He flashed me that damn smirk again. “Can’t have my favorite assistant wandering these tough Miami streets armed with only that mean little scowl, can I?”

“I carry a switchblade in my purse, thank you very much.”

“Have you ever used it?”

My lack of reply caused him to snort out a rude laugh. “I rest my case.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. “Grab your things, I’m taking you home.”

When I saw Dex’s car for the first time the day before, I hadn’t put much thought into it, only noting its obviously expensive exterior and odd placement at the seemingly hideous warehouse. Taking a clearer look at it though, I could see how much it fit the man who drove it. Strong and sleek, the soft rumble of the engine gave me a chill that was reminiscent of the way Dex made me feel when he spoke about punishing me earlier that morning.

I’d grown up riding in Mercedes Benz’s and large town cars, being carted around by silent hired drivers. Something I hadn’t fully appreciated in my adolescence, but coveted as an adult. In that car, with my ass pillowed in soft leather seats and the smooth glide of the road beneath us, I could understand why people fell so in love with their automobiles.

“You like the Porsche, huh?” Dex looked over at me, one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out of his rolled down window. He looked gorgeous, his dark hair gleaming in the dusky sky and his green eyes somehow alight.

“It’s beautiful! Probably the coolest car I’ve ever seen in person.” I couldn’t help but feel excited. Whether it was about the car or something entirely separate, I didn’t know.

“I can tell.” He seemed speculative. “You get this look on your face when you’re excited about something.” Dex looked away from me, his eyes towards the road again. “Your eyes light up all bright and your cheeks flush. It’s…Cute.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, or how to reply. It was the first time in what seemed like forever someone had noticed something like that about me. That someone even took the time to look.

Luckily, I didn’t have to come up with an adequate reply because we pulled up to my apartment building. Looking as shabby and old as it had every other time I’d seen it. The only difference was that Dex was there. Dex with his expensive car and huge art studio, Dex who probably lived in some ridiculous mansion on the beach somewhere. I knew I shouldn’t have been embarrassed about where I lived, there was nothing wrong with where I lived, but I still couldn’t stop the giant ball of shame from curling around my intestines.

“Well, I guess this is me,” I said without reaching for the door handle. I didn’t want to leave him. Not yet.

I turned my head to look over at Dex, fully expecting him to say something, instead he was leaning over the center console, his face so close to mine. I could smell his musky cologne and the faint scent of acrylic paint still lingering on his skin. I wondered, briefly, if that scent ever fully left him.

“What are you doing, Dex?”

“I’m just-” He paused. “I’m taking you in, Rosie.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that. “What for?”

“I want to picture you like this tonight. When I’m in my bed.”

My cheeks flushed; I never had a man express his desire for me so candidly. I liked it.

“You like that, huh?” He inched a little closer, his large hand somehow finding my thigh. “You like that I’m going to be thinking about you when I jerk my cock tonight?”

I could do nothing but nod, just a little. Barely a tilt of my head, really.

“Will you think about me, little Rosie?” My breathing sped up as his hand inched towards the button on my jeans, easily popping it open. His thick fingers skirted along the waistband of my panties, making me soak the thin gusset.

“Will you think about me when you play with this hot little pussy tonight? All alone in your bed?” His hot breath fanned across my cheek, the heat of it making me flush a bit. “You gonna come all over your fingers while you pant for my cock?”

Just as his nimble fingers tried to make their way into my soaked panties I pulled back, suddenly startled. “Wait, no?” I rushed to refasten my jeans. “You’re my boss! I just met you!”

I didn’t even wait for his reply as I jumped out of the car and rushed into my building. Entirely unsure how of I was supposed to face him again the next morning.

Especially not after I spent what felt like forever fucking myself that night and wishing it had been his fingers, his cock, his mouth instead.

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