Page 9 of Pursued by the Player

She swatted him away again. “I don’t even know you.”

“That’s not true.” He pushed his hips up, driving his now swollen cock deep into her core. “I think you know me pretty well.”

The divider rolled down behind her, causing her to jump. “The ambulance is here, sir.” An older man in his late fifties looked down at her with contempt. “Would you like me to—?”

“Oh my God, you heard us?”

“Vince hears everything,” the man in front of her said. “But he is discreet. I trust him completely.”

“You trust him completely. Oh, well, in that case . . .” Mel’s head throbbed, and her stomach started to roll. She had to get out of there, fast. “You could have told me we had an audience.”

“I’ll bring her to the ambulance, Vince.”

“No, I’ll go myself.” She put her hand on the doorknob, but he stopped her before she could leave.

“Wait a minute.” Mel stared in shock as he straightened her clothes and after a failed attempt to smooth her snarled hair he took his baseball hat and placed it on her head. “There you go. Now you look more presentable.” More than presentable, she looked downright hot in his hat. He brushed his fingers down the side of her cheek. “What’s your name?”

She eased back, allowing his cock to slide out of her body. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. I have to tell the EMT something.”

“I don’t need an ambulance.” There was no way she was going to tell him her name. This was too embarrassing. She slipped on her shoes, the sparkly pink designer ones, and opened the car door.

“Goodbye, Mr. . .” When he started to answer, she put her finger on his lips.

“You know what? Forget it. It’s better if I don’t know.” She retreated from his lap and stumbled getting out of the car. Immediately he grabbed her arm and helped her from face-planting onto the pavement once more.

“Easy now.”

“I can take care of myself.” She jerked her arm from his grasp.

“Are you sure? Because so far you don’t seem to be doing such a good job at that. Let me just take you to the ambulance.”

She put her hand on his chest, stopping him from getting gout of the car. “I can manage, thank you very much.”

“I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I didn’t—“

She snorted and took several steps back. “A gentleman. That’s rich. A gentleman would have let a girl know they weren’t alone.”

He eased out onto the sidewalk with the grace of royalty and pulled something from his jacket. “Take this, at least.”

She dropped her gaze to his hand. “What is it?”

“My business card.”

“Why would I want that?”

His eyes sparkled with laughter. “Just in case you have any other. . .” He dragged his gaze down the length of her body. “Urges.”

She closed the gap in her shirt and rolled her eyes. “This won’t happen again. I’ll promise you that.” She shoved his hand holding the business card away from her, wanting nothing to do with it.

“Don’t be so hasty.”

“Don’t be such a pig.”

She turned and started walking, desperate to put as much distance as she could between them. The horribly high heels pinched her toes and made it difficult to move with much dignity. Beautiful, yes. Practical? Hell no.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

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