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“If that scared you, princess, this place is not somewhere you want to be when the gates close.”
He’s right.
I look down at my phone to check the time.
11:25 PM.
“Carnival closes at midnight, right?” I ask.
He nods. “But the rides close in five.”
The crowd is thinning, and suddenly the reality of being here alone sinks in.
“Do you think… you could walk me to my car?”
Jackson shakes his head. “I can’t leave the fun house yet. People like to sneak in.”
Why on Earth would anyone want to sneak into that place?
“You’d be surprised how often we catch people trying to fuck in the tunnel,” he adds, as if reading my mind.
I scrunch my face up in disbelief. “Who could possibly have sex in that thing? I felt like I was going to fall over just trying to walk through it!”
His eyes go dark and my stomach does a serious of flips.
Thump. Thump.
My heartbeat is in my ears again.
Thump. Thump.
I’m talking about sex with an incredibly hot carnival worker in front of a haunted fun house.
Thump. Thump.
This is so not me. This is not something Blair Fields does.
“You can fuck anywhere if you want it bad enough,” he responds, voice low and husky.
Thump. Thump.
“Y-yes. I guess you can.”
Jackson steps toward me. He reaches out and takes a loose strand of my hair, twisting it in his fingers.
I swallow the lump in my throat, unable to speak.
He releases the strand of hair but doesn’t step back.
“You should go.”
His words taunt something inside me that I didn’t even know was there. It’s something that makes me want to behave in ways I never would have considered before this very moment.
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask quietly, scared to break his gaze. Scared that if I do, whatever spell that’s currently taking over me will break and I will realize how insane this all is.
Jackson clenches his jaw, considering my question. “I’m not like your frat boy, princess. I wasn’t joking about my record. I work in a fucking traveling carnival and live in a shitbox trailer with no hot water.” He places his hand under my chin and tilts my face upwards so I’m staring right into his almost obsidian eyes. “Whatever little defiant fantasy you think you’re trying to live out by slumming it with me isn’t going to end well for you.”
Everything he’s saying is true.
