Page 100 of Explosive Prejudice

“I beg to differ,” he began saying and then continued talking nonsense the whole fucking ride… and I enjoyed every second of it.

Shay-Lee

“You look hot,” I said while eye-fucking Camilo as he climbed into my Pagani.

“Yeah, it’s part of the job.” He smirked, then grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a short yet hot kiss.

I tried to go in for another one when he stopped me by pointing at the time on the dashboard.

“We’re going to be late.” He gave me an amused smile.

Yesterday, he’d surprised me by suggesting that we go on a date. To say I was excited would be an understatement.

“You suck,” I huffed and started driving.

“I thought you loved it when I did that. After all, you came so fast.”

I slammed on the brakes, nearly crashing into the car in front of us, distracted by his comment. My cheeks flushed when I turned to look at him. “Th-that’s bullshit, and you know it.”

He smirked. “Eyes on the road, kitten. You know I was just messing with you.”

Still smitten by the kitten comment, I cleared my throat. “For the record, I only came fast because I was surprised that day.”

“Sure you were.”

“I mean it—”

“Ah, shit,” he suddenly hissed.

“What’s wrong?” I took my eyes off the road for a quick second, seeing him checking his pockets for something.

“I think I left my phone at the club,” he explained, rechecking his pouch, too. “Shit.”

“Want me to go back?” I was already searching the road to see where I could make a U-turn.

“We’ll be late for the show. I’ll just drop by when we’re done.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes, Llorón.” He palmed my nape and gave me a slight squeeze. “Just focus on getting us there alive. With your driving skills, it would take a fucking miracle.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m an amazing driver.”

He snorted. “You’re almost hitting 100 miles per hour in a 50.”

I pulled my shoulders. “I’m just a fast driver.”

“More like a lousy driver.”

“Fuck off,” I barked.

Camilo pointed out the yellow traffic light I just passed. “You crossed red.”

“Bullshit. That was yellow.”

He laughed. “In what world was this bright crimson yellow?”

“In my world, dumbass.”

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