Page 26 of Forbidden Obsession

“Let’s go.”

She held me tight as we navigated the dark streets on my bike.

“Woooooo hoooo!”

I smirked. Penelope sounded like a college student on a night out with her boyfriend. I wondered if she ever had any real fun. But then, my kind of fun wasn’t most people’s. It would likely scare her heart right out of her chest.

I picked up speed, zipping around cars, in and out of traffic, speeding down side streets, cutting up one-ways to get to her side of town.

Lights flickered past us in a blink, the wind at our backs, and the rules of the road forgotten as I drove.

“You are crazy!” she shouted.

I revved the engine, and we got up to one hundred and twenty miles per hour.

“This can’t be safe!”

I revved the engine again, and she held me so tight I knew she was terrified.

“Please slow down!”

I crossed an intersection when the light turned red, and police sirens pulled behind us. My speed increased, and I blew through two additional intersections, cut down an alley, and shot onto the interstate, leaving the cops in the wind.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack!” Penelope shouted.

I laughed and her fear supercharged my heartbeat.

“Calm down!” I shouted into the wind, but she only tightened her grip and buried her face in my back.

I was trying to avoid the hospital at all costs. I whipped around a big rig and made it across town in no time.

As soon as I slowed, so did the beat of her heart, but when I pulled into her driveway, she jumped off my bike and rushed onto the front porch of the contemporary stucco home.

Dark laughter surfed from my gut. “Why are you running?” I teased. “Devil on your heels?”

She fumbled with the keys to her entrance. “You’re crazy as hell.”

Penelope was flustered, and I was amused. “I keep trying to tell you that, and you don’t seem to understand it.”

She twirled around, her eyes wide, and her finger pointed at me. “Is that what this was all about? Showing me how crazy you are?” She poked me in the chest as I met up with her on the porch. I smirked.

“You haven’t seen my crazy, Penelope. Trust me.”

She stared, and for a long minute, she contemplated what I meant.

“Whatever.” She turned from me and entered the house.

Thunder crackled in the clouds, and lightning streaked across the heavens.

“Remember,” I said, turning to leave. “Don’t call the police. If you do, never mention me. Do you understand, Penelope?”

“Where are you going?”

I paused, turned an inquiring gaze back at her, and the first thing I noticed was her hand against the doorframe, trembling.

I faced her. “I’m leaving.”

“I thought we were coming here to…you know.”

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