Page 421 of Hell Hath No Fury
No matter Vera’s intentions, Rick is right on that front, though.
Sierraisjust a kid. I mean, she might look like a grown-ass woman in her high-couture dress and makeup but a few minutesin her presence and you can tell that she’s still way too innocent for what these horndogs have in mind.
Not that she makes it easy for them.
Sierra is a bona fide flirt. She loves the attention, especially when said attention is coming from the male persuasion. Maybe it’s a daddy complex she gained from losing her father so young, but there are plenty of vultures here that can smell her need for approval and attention. I’m surprised she isn’t pissed that her sister is taking a bit of the limelight away from her tonight.
God knows I only have eyes for Colleen.
Sierra might be known as the most beautiful girl Asheville has ever produced in ages, but as far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t hold a candle to her older sister.
I wonder what it would take to make the Ice Queen melt in my arms?
My cock twitches to life in my pants at the thought, fully prepared to rise to the challenge.
Hmm.
Suddenly an idea sparks in my mind where I could help Rick get his shrew of a grandmother off his case for a while, and at the same time have a little fun of my own.
“Shit. I know that look,” Rick grumbles when my smile stretches wide on my lips.
I place my arm over his shoulder and playfully pull him to my side.
“Look? What look?”
“That one, motherfucker.” He points menacingly at me. “Anytime you get that glint in your eye, means you’re up to no good and that I should run as fast as I can in the opposite direction of you.”
“Ah, come on, Rick. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“How come anytime you say that I’m the one who has to clean up your mess?”
“Tsk, tsk,” I tut. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Doubtful,” he groans, but leans his ear to me just the same.
“Are you still driving that flashy red convertible your grandma got you last Christmas?”
“Yeah, why?” he counters suspiciously with a raised eyebrow.
“Because if memory serves me right, that’s not the car you wanted.”
He frowns, shaking his head.
“I had my eye on a ’67 Chevrolet Impala. My dad used to have one, but my grandmother got it towed to the scrapyard.”
“Well, what if I told you that I know a guy who has an Impala in his garage, just sitting there gaining dust?”
“Then I would say that he’s an idiot and he doesn’t deserve such a car.”
“My thoughts exactly. I’ve been telling my dad to sell it off since forever, but he’s never found the time to do it.”
“Adam has a ’67 Chevrolet Impala?!” Rick almost shouts, his gaze twinkling with excitement.
“He does.” I nod with a grin. “Now, I’d be more than happy to persuade him to give it to you. Knowing my dad, he wouldn’t even charge you for it. Especially if I told him how much it would mean to you.”
“Wait,” he starts, his hackles starting to rise at my willingness to do him this solid. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch, my friend. I’m thinking more of a wager.”
