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Chapter 43
Anna
I wanted to kill him.Instead, I pulled myself together as best I could as he reclaimed the driver's seat without so much as a glance in my direction.
From the back seat, I said with as much dignity as I could muster, "Well, I guess you showedme, huh."
The sad thing was, hedidshow me, and probably more than he'd intended.
I wasn't terribly experienced, but I'd been around the block enough to know that it wasn't always like this, and that Flynn's abilities went well beyond the norm – as he obviously knew.
But now, in the aftermath, my face was burning with humiliation.Shit.He'd made me climax through my panties for God's sake.How embarrassing was that?
Of course, it wouldn't have been embarrassing at all if not for the fact that the whole thing had been just one big stupid game to him – a way to prove his point.
He'd eventoldme what he was doing.
In advance.
To think, he'd literally warned me.
But had I listened?
No.
Idiot that I was, I'd let myself get swept away like a groupie at a rock concert. Oh, he was an asshole all right, but I had to face reality head-on. He hadn't done anything I hadn't asked for,personally.
How messed up was that?
With a hard scoff, I tried to look on the bright side. He could've announced his little victoryafterhaving sex with me – meaning actual intercourse as opposed to what we'd done instead.
That would've been an even jollier joke, wouldn't it?
Part of me almost wondered why he hadn't. I mean, Ihadasked for it. Then again, I was no Felicity Saint Cloud. Maybe what happened between us was as far as he'd be willing to take it with somebody like me, a normal girl in a normal place.
Asshole.
Yes, itdidbear repeating.
I slammed out of the back seat, intending to walk away entirely. To where, I had no idea. The rain was still pouring, and I didn't have my own vehicle.
Or a coat.
Or an umbrella.
Shit.
But it wasn't my lack of accessories that made me stop. It was the sight of Mackenzie coming out of the restaurant, dragging Preston along behind her.
I knew the exact moment she spotted me, because she stopped walking and stared straight in my direction. When she smiled like she knew something I didn't, I literally wanted to scream.
Could their timing be any worse?
Damn it.Couldmytiming be any worse? Tears pricked at my eyes.Could this night get any worse?
Somehow I doubted it.
With a muttered curse, I turned and yanked open Flynn's passenger's side door and climbed in, looking straight ahead even as he fired up the engine and backed out of the spot.
