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It wasn’t like the car meant anything to me. If she’d wanted to pay more, I wouldn’t have driven the price up to spite her. But I knew how much approximately it was supposed to go for and what was a few thousand more on top of that if necessary. I did like the look of it. And it was mine now. I wasn’t about to let it go so easily.
What made me curious, however, was whyshewanted it badly enough to come to talk to me. Somehow I knew it wasn’t just a convenient way for her to meet me. The car had meaning.
“I know,” she said with a heavy sigh, looking up at me, then away, subtly moving her hips from side to side and sliding her thighs against one another. A surefire sign she was turned on just being around me. I could practically hear her pussy lips rubbing against one another as she moved, so thick was her arousal in the air. How the man behind the desk couldn’t smell it was beyond me.
“So, then, why didn’t you?”
“I went as high as I could,” she said.
“Then get more money?” I wasn’t a charity. I wasn’t about to lose money by giving it to her for less.
“I’m working on it,” she said, a spark of defiance working through her tone. Then she softened and met my eyes, letting her gaze linger. “It’s just that the car has significance. To my father, I mean, not me. A lot of sentiment. My dad took my mom on their first date in it. He even proposed to her in it.”
They probably conceived you in it, too, then,I thought, though I declined to say that out loud. Something in me didn’t want to be that rude to the woman.
“Okay,” I said politely but bluntly. “And?”
“And then he had to sell it,” she said. “To help pay for me. When my mom was pregnant, I mean. They needed the money. So he got rid of it. And now my mom is gone, and …”
Her lower lip quivered, and she blinked rapidly for a few seconds. I looked away, giving her the time to compose herself. I didn’t need her crying, and for a moment, it looked like talking about the death of her mom might have done just that.
Besides, I knew what it was like to lose parents. Just months earlier, both of mine had moved on at the same time. It wasn’t easy, even when, in my case, I’d known it was coming.
“Listen,” I said gently. “Miss …”
“Mia,” she said. “My name is Mia.”
“Okay. Mia,” I said, “here’s the deal. If you can come up with seventy-two thousand, I will sell you the car. Not a problem. But I’m not about to just flush ten grand down the drain. You can understand that, right?”
Mia licked her lips, and fresh images filled my mind of her doing that to clear the last bits of my cum from them after she made me explode with her mouth. I clenched my jaw, knowing she was preparing to renew the case of her sob story somehow. What was she going to do, I wondered, offer herself up? That was a lot of money to pay for some convention bathroom sex. But given how she was tormenting my body just from existing, I couldn’t lie. I would consider it if she made the offer.
Then perhaps I could look for a mate with a clear mind.
“Sir,” the finance man said, interrupting the electric tension between Mia and me. “Please. I must get ready for the next auction. I need you to sign this.”
I lifted my eyebrows at the woman, inviting her to make any last plea or offer she might have to make up the monetary difference.
She shook her head, sending her straw-blonde hair bouncing vigorously from side to side. Turning, she walked away, leaving me to stare lustfully after her thick ass. What I wouldn’t have given at that moment to rip those loose jeans off her and bury my face between her cheeks, making her squeal before she moaned.
But what shocked me wasn’t my burgeoning lust for the human woman. Rather, it was the fact that I wasn’tjustfeeling lust. As I turned back to the table and picked up the pen, a new emotion filled me.
“Thank you,” the sweaty money-grubber said, standing up to try and shake my hand, fawning over me. “Much appreciated.”
“Fuck off,” I fiercely growled, enough that he was sent flying back into his chair in fright.
I turned my back on him as I watched the woman climb up the bleachers to her father. All the while, I tried to figure out why I was feelingregretof all things. As if I should have just given her the car. What the fuck wasthatabout?
Fucking humans. I sure as hell hope Ember was right about this. I don’t know how he put up with them. And finding a mate among them? He’d better be right about this …
Chapter Three
Mia
“God, I feel so fucking dirty. And guilty, too. Good grief!” I sagged back into the couch, my arm extended while my best friend in the world poured red wine into my glass, bringing it to proper levels.
“Guilty? What? How? I don’t understand.”
“Because,” I said, glancing at her as she poured a splash more into her glass. Not much, though. The reason for that lay in a small bundle in a swing near the wall, being rocked back and forth by an electric motor.
