Page 23 of Hurt Me Not
I had been in Emerson's car once in high school.
Her Honda Accord. On the night she drove me home and accused me of having a crush on her because I knew exactly what car she drove.
She hadn’t been wrong. Back then, I was shy. I longed for her to touch me. To be mine. But I didn’t have the strength to make my advances as obvious as now.
Even though this one was far more luxurious, with its custom interior, leather seating, and all the advanced tech money could buy, it still smelled like her.
She pulled away and started driving us down the street.
“I didn't take you for a tease,” she commented, her eyes not leaving the road.
“I just wanted a few days to look over the contract,” I said and shifted so my bag was on my lap. I made a point of brushing up my skirt as well, showing more thigh for her.
Arousal shot through me until it settled deep in my belly, warming my body.
Emerson glanced at the bag, and quick as lightning, she grabbed it and threw it in the back. Her sudden movement had me gasping.
“Don't bullshit me, Pearl.”
Her tone was sharp, angry. It had my heart racing and my palms sweating.
“What's wrong with waiting, Emerson? You know I'd sign anyway.”
Her eyes glanced briefly at mine before they were back on the road.
“No, I don't know that.”
Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She didn't look at me this time, so I had all the time in the world to look at her. Her jaw was set.
She’s not angry. She’s… worried?
“I was just practicing what people call delayed gratification. You know, it’s so much sweeter?—”
“I know what delayed gratification means, Pearl.” Her voice was raspy when she cut me off. “I’ll remind you of howso much sweeterwaiting is when you’re begging me to make you come.”
Another burst of heat ran through me.
Yeah. Well, that backfired spectacularly.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, noting that we were not going to my apartment.
“Your new home. Did you not read the contract?”
My nails dug into my thighs, and my face flamed. She wanted to move me from my apartment to her own place, but if I did that, I would be with her twenty-four-seven during the course of this contract, except for when I was at school.
What if… What if Emerson finds out she doesn’t want me around that much?There was a difference between seeing each other every so often for a fuck and suddenly intertwining our entire lives.
What if she sees something she doesn’t like?
“I read it.” I answered, knowing there were other things in it that I didn't quite like. Things I was nervous to bring up with her, but I would have to.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Pearl.”
The command in her voice was clear, and while it sent a shiver of desire down my spine, I had to come clean.
“It just suddenly feels real now,” I said, peeking out at her through the corner of my eye.
She had a smirk on her face that made my core flutter. I wanted her even more now that I’d gotten a taste. It wasn’t so bad when Emerson only lived and starred in my fantasies, but now?
