Page 19 of His Turn

But there’s no time for Jordan to answer me. He doesn’t even try. The doorman is there, opening the passenger side door. Jordan veers away to walk around to the other side. I slip in next to Bric and Jordan gets in behind him.

“You look nice,” Bric says, glancing over at me as he revs the car engine.

“Thank you,” I say.

The two of them talk after that, Jordan from behind, Bric glancing up into the rear-view mirror to see him. And I am left to wonder just what the hell Jordan was getting at back there.

He’s dangerous? So? Aren’t all men dangerous?

I shake it off and enjoy the smooth ride as we make our way through downtown.

I’m dangerous too. So if Jordan thinks I’ll cower because he feels I’m getting in over my head… well. He doesn’t know me very well.

I like a challenge. That affirmation is practically my mantra. I say it over, and over, and over again. Every time things get hard, those words run through my mind. When Jordan has me tied to the bed and my face is stinging from his slaps. Or my ass is hot and red from his heavy hand. Or my pussy is raw from being fucked.

I repeat it.

I like a challenge.

I like a challenge.

I like a challenge.

“You’re very quiet tonight,” Bric says, pulling into the Mountain View Country Club valet area. There’s a car ahead of us, so we have a moment to wait.

“I’m just enjoying the ride.”

“Listen carefully, darling,” Bric says. “The ride hasn’t started yet. So don’t get too excited.”

Before I can snap a reply back at him, we’re moving forward and several young men are pulling our doors open in haste.

I smile at the one helping me, as he takes my hand and pulls me from the car. “Thank you,” I say. But I’m fuming inside.

I don’t like this Bric guy. I don’t like the way he talks to me. Like I’m a child. You’re so young, Nadia. What do you know about anything?

Asshole.

I know plenty. So much more than I should.

Let me take you to school, Mr. Bricman. You listen carefully.

I’m the one with the power here.

Don’t you forget it.