Page 18 of Sinning for Santa

It’s then that I shift gears and plant my foot, shooting us out into the dark night, the rain soaked street adding to the effect of the tires sliding as I turn the wheel.

A squeal escapes her and I laugh maniacally as I plant the gas and speed through the streets of Melbourne, heading towards the eastern suburbs.

Her dainty hands grip the sides of the seat, her knuckles turning white as she holds on for dear life. Where I can, I accelerate fast. Much faster than what is legal, which spikes my adrenalin to life.

There’s just something about speeding up the freeway in a five hundred thousand dollar car that has me wanting to see just how fast this baby can go.

“Please slow down.”

The quiet plea from my little mouse brings my gaze to hers and the fear etched across her face is what has me lifting my foot off the accelerator to slow to a normal speed.

“You don’t like going fast?”

“I don’t mind fast things,” she mutters, “I just prefer not to be another statistic wrapped around a tree.”

I chuckle. “There aren’t any trees out here on this part of the freeway.”

“Aconcrete bollard, then.” She scoffs, and my gaze manages to catch her eye roll.

She has a point. I don’t exactly want to become another road fatality statistic either, so I maintain the legal speed limit, keeping an eye on my mirrors to make sure we aren’t being followed.

“So, Jaxcen Summers. Tell me why you just had to utilise Father Peters for a confession, so late on a Tuesday evening?”

If the lights were better inside the cabin, I just know she’d be blushing right now. She shifts nervously in her seat, and when I risk a glance, I notice those pretty pink plump lips sealed together in a tight line, like she’s trying to hold back her answer.

“Oh, come on, love. Would it really be so bad to tell me why you were there?”

“Maybe.” She responds quickly, and I chuckle, checking my mirrors as I change lanes to go around a truck.

“At least tell me what sort of confession it was.” I continue, not ready to give up. “Was it like, bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I didn’t eat all my vegetables today.”

She shoots me a ‘really’ glare before turning her sights back out to the window.

“Or was it, bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I let someone eatmetoday.”

Her gaze shoots back to me wide eyed in disbelief, and I’m grinning from ear to fucking ear.

“That was it, wasn’t it? You totally went there tonight to confess a sex sin, didn’t you?”

“No, I did not.” She rushes out, panic lacing her tone, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, you did. That’s exactly why you went there tonight.” I snicker teasingly. “What’s wrong little mouse? You feeling guilty about getting all down and dirty with someone?”

“No! That's not what happened!”

“Yeah, I think that’s exactly what happened.” I deadpan. “Was it someone from work? Perhaps your boss?”

“No, itwasn’t my boss. I mean… no, that’s not what happened.”

My laugh is loud in the confined space of the Corvette as I throw my head back, which just seems to annoy her, a scoff flying past her lips as she shifts uncomfortably in the seat and wraps her arms angrily over her chest.

That’s when I see it. The glint of a diamond ring on her finger.

An engagement ring.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of workplace romance, little mouse.” I tease, dragging my gaze away from the small rock and gaining her glare.

“Would you stop calling me that?”

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