I cross my arms over my chest to stop them from fidgeting. “First of all, I didn’t agree with that bet.”
“You still went along with it.”
“It still doesn’t count.”
“Yes, it does.” He stalks toward me with every word until he’s towering over me. “Are you going to do it or should I stay here all night long?”
“You…can’t do that.”
“I hope you have room for me in your bed.” He winks. “I can move a lot during the night.”
I clench my molars to hold in whatever nonsense I was about to say, then I release a sigh. “What do you want?”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“As the loser, you don’t have the right to ask questions. You just follow along.”
“I won’t move from here until you tell me where we’re going.”
“Somewhere where your mother won’t hear you moaning.”
My attention instantly snaps to the stairs. Holy Jesus. When he was kissing and groping me earlier, I completely forgot that Mom could’ve walked in on us at any second. Hell, she could’ve had a front-row seat to the entire show and I wouldn’t even have sensed her.
This bastard had me so completely hooked that I momentarily forgot where and who the hell I am.
I give him a dirty look that the jerk returns with a wink. Another thing I used to hate, but seems kind of charming on him.
Okay. More than kind of.
Now, he’ll either stay and torment me or Mom will really walk in on us in the midst of something. Because I can still feel my body gravitating toward him.
He’s luring me.
Trapping me.
And I’d be lying if I said my defenses weren’t crumbling.
Sebastian extends his palm like some twisted version of a gentleman. “Shall we?”
I storm past him, heading outside. “Only half an hour and then I’m coming back home.”
The night air causes the fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Or maybe the reason isn’t the chill, but the heavy yet subtle footsteps following after me.
His long legs catch up to me in no time and before I can consider getting in my car, Sebastian places a hand at the small of my back and half-coaxes, half-shoves me into his Tesla.
I try ignoring how comfy the seat is. Someone could sleep in here.
No, Naomi. Nope. You’re not thinking about sleeping while you’re in the asshole’s car.
I stare out the window as we travel the empty road. We don’t talk and he doesn’t play the radio, and that only adds to the itch at the back of my head.
If I were more social, I would find a way to break the stifling silence, but I’d just make it more awkward, so I hold my tongue. For someone who’s treated like a god, Sebastian seems surprisingly comfortable with the silence.
Soon enough, we find ourselves on the forest road. The one I was followed on last night.
My fingers grab my seatbelt as I watch the trees that take on the shapes of monsters.