Page 146 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

She stares at me for a few seconds before a small grin spreads. “Damn. Thank you, sir.”

“Briar.” My tone lace with warning.

If she doesn't drop that grin and stop addressing me as 'sir,' I can't be held accountable if I end up dragging her to the staff room for some nice, hard, ass spanking.

Jesus. Fuck.

I need to calm down.

She laughs, paying for her things and gathering her bags. “See you later, sir.”

Fucking brat.

As if she knows what she's doing to me, her eyes slowly move down to the apparent tent hidden behind the POS. She smirks, our eyes clashing again, and flips her hair before walking away, leaving me to stare after her and ignore the next customer.

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“Are we there yet?” I grumble, touching the blindfold covering my eyes.

I’m not going to lie; when she pulled out the blindfold out of her pocket, my dick stood with anticipation. But then she shoved me inside her car, and we’d been driving for what felt like hours because I couldn’t see.

“You’re so impatient,” Briar giggles. I feel her hand touching my leg and turn my head to her even though I can’t see her. “We’re almost there.”

“You said that like an hour ago, Briar.” I sigh, crossing my arms.

“That was like thirty minutes ago, Drama King.” She scoffs. “And I thought I was the dramatic one.”

I glare at her from behind the blindfold.

“So, remember when I said I wanted to try outdoor sex?” She asks after a while.

I frown. “Yeah?”

“Well,” I felt the car slow down to a stop. “I’m down to try it whenever you are?”

“What are you talking about?” I hear her laugh, and the door closing tells me she left. Seconds later, my door opens, and hands touch my arms, guiding me out of the car.

“Watch your step,” Briar says, and I hear my door close. She gently grabs my hand, wrapping our fingers together. “Let me guide you, okay?”

“Take off my blindfold.”

“No, not yet. Trust me, okay?”

I scoff but don’t say anything. I let her pull me wherever we’re going, listening to her, “Watch your step there,” or “Turn left,” or “We’re gonna go up a hill now.”

She then puts her hands on my shoulders. “Wait here.”

“Briar, where are we?”

“Ssshh,” She shushes me, a twinge of excitement in her breathing. “Give me a second, angel.”

I sigh, standing still as I listen to her rummage through whatever. I clench my fist, unsure if I like not knowing where I am. This is weird. I feel weird. Was this a good idea? Being alone with her again?

She’s already fucked with my self-control when it comes to her. That’s something I don’t like giving up. Control. I’m already losing control in so many aspects of my life…

I sigh, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. As I inhale deeply, my head jerks at the familiar scent of... dirt? I rub the soles of my shoes against the ground, hearing the crunchy texture of small rocks beneath them.

Did she drive us in circles just to the park?

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