Page 58 of Captivated By Danger

Turning my head, I winked slightly at Kyle as I walked to the truck. The driver got out and opened the door for me. As soon as I got inside, Greysen started firing off question after question.

“What did you say? What did my dad say? Did Kyle say something to you? Why is my dad pointing at Kyle like that?”

“Ms. Greysen, breathe.”

She inhaled and exhaled slowly. The rims of her eyes were bloodshot red and swollen. I’d given the driver the signal to pull off before he raised the glass separating us. She watched out the glass until we couldn’t see her family anymore. She turned her focus back to me. Her eyes were so big and innocent looking.

“So, what did you say to my dad? What did you give him? What did Kyle say?”

“That’s the third time you’ve said his name. Would you like to get dropped back off to him?”

“What? No. I just…” she paused. “I just want to know what you said. Are you not a morning person?”

“I told your father the truth.”

Her eyes widened and her lips slipped apart.

“The truth?” she whispered.

“That you’re going to Columbia to further your education and that you’re going to be my photography assistant.”

“Thought you didn’t lie?” she sassed.

“I’m sure your father will call me later and I’ll be sure to tell him the whole truth. That wasn’t a lie. You will be assisting me with my photos. I didn’t tell him what kind of photos though. I’ll add that in too.”

“You wouldn’t,” she hissed.

I smirked.

“You know, you didn’t have to save me. That’s the type of affection that I am talking about,” she smiled.

“Had I not, we’d still be there while your people stood around you yelling since you couldn’t tell them the perfect script that I’d typed up for you.”

Her thinking that was some type of affection was the reason that I would never tell her that I didn’t like the way her folks were talking at her like she wasn’t an adult. That alone had my blood boiling. Then her scrawny ass ex-husband walking up trying to spit big shit like his wife-to-be wasn’t in the car. I could have grabbed his neck and snapped it for talking to me the way he did.

“It came out jumbled up. And plus, there was no script for the questions that my dad was asking. You didn’t hear him rapid-firing those questions off like he was a drill sergeant. I am so embarrassed.” She shook her head.

“No need to be.”

“You heard my grandmother call me incompetent. I know you’re probably thinking in your head that you probably chose wrong because how could someone’s family say something like that to them, right? I don’t know where the courage came from for me to yell at them like that. I’ll never live that one down. To them, yelling at them is me basically slapping them down to the ground.”

“You’re talking a lot. You’re nervous?”

She looked at me with those big innocent eyes. “I guess I am. I know what to expect, well, read what to expect, but… you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window. We rode toward the jet in silence. The truck was quiet, but my mind was loud. All I could think about was how I’d strapped her down in that seat and was lighting her ass up. The way she talked shit while the tears streamed down her face had my dick so hard I could have shoved it through a brick. She took that shit like a champ and that was what I loved to see in my subs.

When she shifted in the seat, I looked over at her.

“Let me see.”

She looked at me. “Let you see what.”

“Your ass.”

“Are you serious? It’s not even eight in the morning.”

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