Page 39 of SNOB

Fuck that guy.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, my nostrils flare, her scent taking over. I’ve never had a girl in my ride. And if I ever would, I never thought it would be Ember Everett. “Should’ve known you fuck guys like that being from a place like this.” The car rumbles when I start it.

“We're not fucking,” she replies. "He's my friend. Since kindergarten."

“Who tried to steal my car.” Pulling my sunglasses out of their Cartier case, I glance around for any sign of Angelo before slipping them on. “You fuck your friends?” They’ve definitely fucked.

“Are you surprised he tried to steal your car?” She dodges my last question. “You parked your… spaceship in the middle of one of the shittiest streets in The Valley.”

Pulling off the curb, I’m ready to get the fuck out of this dump.“Be late again and?—”

“You’ll kill me.” She reaches for something by her feet. “Why do you have art supplies?”

“They’re not mine,” I respond, moving into traffic. “They’re yours.”

“Are you bribing me?”

Speeding up, I merge onto the highway. “The school wants us to do a mural.”

“With you? I don’t want to spend another minute with you, McKinsley.”

“Not even in the shower?” The car gets warmer as her cheeks redden. My hand falls to her bare thigh. “I know I can convince you.”

She pushes my hand away. “Only if it’s with a wad of cash.”

“Fine, five thousand dollars.” Cash? That’s easy. “I’ll give you five grand to do this mural.”

“Really?”

“I’m a man of my word.”

A small smile pulls at her freckled face. “Deal.”

Silence takes over as I high-tail it out of The Valley. Keeping Father happy and Ember in line is easier than I thought.

“Hey, Mac…” Turning to Ember, her eyes stay fixed on the road, her hand coming to her seatbelt in a tight grip. “Can… can you let me out?”

“Unless it’s to bend you over this beauty and make you remember to be on time, no.”

“Mac, I need you to let me out.”

“Unless you also need my cock down your greedy throat, I said no.”

She reaches for the door, scratching at my leather like a feral cat. “Let me out.”

“No. And don’t fuck up the interior or I’ll find a way to make you pay me back.”

“Pull over!” Her head whips to me as she braces the belt again.

“No.” I press hard on the gas. She’s not going anywhere.

“Mac.”

Throwing on some music to drown her out, Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” does the trick. A big gust of wind blows my sunglasses off my face. Looking at the passenger side, Ember’s door hangs open.

For fuck’s sake.

Making sure there are no cars behind me, I hit the brakes. “Hey!” I try to get her attention as she scrambles to unbuckle her belt. “What the fuck, Everett?”

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