Page 55 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Is something wrong, ma’am?” the officer asks, shining his flashlight back on me.

I want to shield my eyes, but I know that’s a big no-no.

“Yeah, I just tried crawfish for the first time and I’m not feeling well.”

“Do you need medical attention?”

I shake my head, feigning sick and hoping to God he mistakes my flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance as that of a sickly woman. “No, I think I just need to get home and lie down.”

“Ya’ll stop at Mama Jean’s?” the officer asks Charlie. “My wifeloves that place. She wants to go every weekend.”

Charlie carries on a conversation with the cop about the restaurant, while I lay my head back against the seat and pretend to be deathly ill. Screw Charlie for getting us in this mess. If we could have just gone home when we were supposed to, we wouldn’t be under supervision of probably the most talkative cop in Louisiana, right now.

“Well, let me see your papers and I’ll get you and the Mrs. out of here.”

I eye Charlie, who hands over his license and the registration out of the glove box. The cop walks back to his car and I let out a deep breath.

“How you feelingMrs.Coulter?” Charlie chuckles when I lay my head back against the seat. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. My skin is damp with sweat and my heartbeat still races behind my ears. I’ve never been pulled over — not even for a speeding ticket.

“Shut up, Charlie,” I grumble, readjusting my top.

“Nice hickey,” he comments, his fingers brushing my hair away from my neck.

I pop the mirror down and sure enough, a bruise is forming on my neck.

“What am I supposed to say when your sister asks where this came from?” I snap, gingerly touching at the spot. Heat floods my veins, remembering the dirty things he said to me, just moments before.

“Tell her the truth.” I look at Charlie like he’s grown a second head. “Tell her you were so desperate to ride it that you jumped me in my truck.”

“I was reaching across you to unlock the doors,” I argue, only adding fuel to his fire. “You know, most men would let a woman leave when she expresses that he repulses her.”

His eyes glimmer with amusement. “Repulse now? We’ve moved past disgust? You didn’t seem to mind when you were grinding on my cock.”

I don’t have time to respond as the officer walks back to my window.

“Everything checks out. You get her home,” he says, eyeing me. “She’s looking pretty flushed.”

I groan under my breath, thanking the cop like a nice girl as he walks away. Charlie rolls my window up and I’m thankful for the cool blast as he turns the air conditioner back on high. I settle back in the seat, buckling up before Charlie has the chance to bitch at me, and stare out the window ahead. Charlie pulls back on to the road, lighting up a cigarette.

“Tell me, princess,” he starts and annoyance bubbles inside me. He pulls onto the highway and I start counting down the seconds until I’m was home in the comfort of my room. Not under his heavy gaze that both pisses me off and sets my core on fire, simultaneously. “Have you never fucked someone in a car before?”

I steel myself, taking a deep breath to calm me.He wants you to argue with him, Bailey.

“You know,” I start, plastering a wide fake smile on my face. “You would be so much hotter if you were a mute.”

His eyes narrow and he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“Ditto, sweetheart. Tell me, do you hate all men, or is this treatment exclusive to me?”

I shake my head. “No, just pompous dickheads that don’t know what no means.”

He raises his brows at me. “I distinctly remember giving you the option to get off, yet you stayed rubbing that little cunt on my cock.”

“God, you’re vile,” I murmur, rolling my eyes. I clear my throat, hoping to hide the shiver that runs up my spine.

I’m thankful when he pulls to a stop in front of the house.

“Try not to be too loud when you’re fingering yourself to my repulsive, vile mouth tonight. My bed’s on the other side of that wall and I’d really love to get some sleep tonight.”

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