Page 51 of The Blackmail of Denise Randall

He puts the car back in drive and speeds down the street. I’m not sure if it’s the drugs, the alcohol, or a combination of both but I feel sexy. I feel free. I lean further on my side and the dress shimmies up higher. At this point, I’m sure he can tell I’m wearing a thong with this dress. I’ve never behaved this way before. I like it.

His jaw tightens and his lips form a straight line. “If you don’t stop, I’ll take you to the hospital and demand you get a drug test.” I straighten in my seat and hurry to pull my dress down. “That’s what I thought.”

“I was just teasing-” I stop myself. That’s a poor choice of words. “I was just joking around. Calm yourself. I won’t do it again. I didn’t realize you were so against seeing some thigh action.”

That causes him to pause. “You think I don’t want to see you? I’m about to cause a damn wreck, I’m so distracted by you. Stop distracting me.” His voice turns somber as he says, “This would be different if you weren’t high.”

What am I doing?Making a fool of myself. The lights from traffic coming through the windshield glare and hurt my eyes. My palms begin to sweat. I really need to lay my head down.

When we get to his house, he leads me to the living room. He turns the lights on but leaves them on a low dim.

“Setting the mood, are we?” I bat my eyelashes at him.

Keaton doesn’t even bother looking at me. “You flinched at the lights. Your eyes are sensitive.” He walks down the hallway and calls out, “I’m going to grab your gift real quick.”

I walk further into the room and sit on his couch to wait. His couch that is so comfortable…Everything goes black.

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