Page 17 of Mister Prick

I turned around and looked at it in mock surprise. “Oh.”

He unlocked the door and opened it for me. As he held it, I hoisted myself into place, making sure to give him a longer glimpse of my bare legs than I normally would have.

He grinned and closed the door.

While he walked to the other side of the vehicle, I looked the luxurious interior over. I realized as he got in that he wasn’t carrying his bag, nor was it in sight. Normally something that was an extension of him, it was odd seeing him without it.

“You don’t have your bag,” I said. “It’s weird seeing you without it.”

He looked me over and then started the car. “I like that dress. A lot.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not working,” he said. “I don’t carry it when I’m off work.”

With my eyes fixed on the tattoos adorning his muscular bicep, I gave a nod. “I see.”

I’d worked myself into a sexually frustrated frenzy while waiting for him. Now that he was sitting across from me, I could feel my heart beating between my legs. He, on the other hand, seemed rather nonchalant for having ordered me to accompany him to lunch without panties.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

He glanced over his right shoulder. “Plan? That’s something we should probably discuss.”

“Okay.”

“Are you ready?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll reremind you. I’m not relationship material. Do you remember me telling you that?”

“I do.”

“Considering that, you’re willing to continue this exercise?”

I crossed my legs and gave him a soft look. “Do you remember the three types of men that exist in my world?”

He smiled. “I do.”

“Well, I don’t want to marry you or kill you. That only leaves on thing. But, don’t worry, I’m not going to get attached. I’m on a ninety-five-day dry spell right now.” I gazed out the side window. “Not that I’m counting.”

“Ninety-five days?” He barked out a laugh. “How does something like that happen with someone like you?”

I shifted my eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re gorgeous. You’re easy to be around. You’re intelligent, or at least you seem to be. How can you not be in a relationship?”

“The last guy was a little too violent toward me. I told him if he didn’t change, I was going to leave. He didn’t. I did.”

“Abusive?”

“Quite.”

“Text me his address and a picture of him.”

“Why?”

“Anyone who abuses women needs a chance to do the same to a man. I want to give him that opportunity and see how well he handles it.”