CHAPTER 045 : The Real Business IstareatKnox,impatientlyawaitingananswer.Myheartthuds toofastforhowcasualImtryingtolook.
Hekeepshisgazeahead,fingersflexingonceagainstthesteeringwheelbeforesettlingagain.
BecauseImcertifiedtocarryit,hesays.
Ifrown,notsatisfied.
Okay.Butwhydoyouhaveitinyourcar? Whereelseshoulditbe? Hiddenathome?Youknow.Somewherepeoplecantjust…seeit? Hefinallyturns hisheadtolookatme,thatunreadableexpressionbackinplace.
Theonethatmakesmefeellikehesdissectingme,decidingwhetherImsomeonewhodeservesanswersorjustanotherpersonhellkeepatarmslength.
Youstolemykeystogetintomyglovebox,hesays.YouthinkIletpeoplesitinmycarbythemselves? Ifeelmycheeksheat,guiltpoolinglowinmygut.
Touché,Knox.
Iturnmyheadaway,facingthewindow.Fine.Imighthave crossedaline.Buthesstill theonewalkingaroundwithaweaponlikewereinanactionmovie.
Apartofmewantstoyellathim,demandmore,demand everything.
AndanotherpartGod,theworstpartwantstocrawl ontohislap,tughismouthdownto mine,andkissthosesecretsrightoutofhim.
Takewhateverscrapsheswillingtogive.
Ihatethataboutmyself.
Ihatehowattractionand angercanliveinmeatthesametime,howtheyarentmutuallyexclusive.
Wedriveinsilence.
Knoxdoesntpush.Doesntexplainfurther.
Isitthere,stewing.

Brewing.
Wepullintothedrivewayofmyofficebuilding,andbeforeIcangathermywits,hes alreadyshiftingintopark,turningtolookatme.
Hisfingersreachout,slowandsure,catchingmy chinbetweenhisthumbandforefinger.
Nothard.
Notdemanding.
Justenoughto tiltmyfacetowardhis.
Enjoytherestofyourday,Bunny,hesays,leaning intopressasoft,maddeninglytender kisstomymouth.
Thesamemouthstillfrozenmidscowl.
Ibarelyhavetimeto reactbeforehepullsaway,the ghostofhistouchstillburningonmylips.
Seriously?Youreeventuallygoingtostarttellingmethings,youknow.
Hegrinsthatlazy,dangerous,heartwreckinggrinandsays,Yourebeautiful.Thatssomething.
Ifliphimoffwithoutasecondofhesitation,slammingthedoorbehindmeasIclimbout.
Hislaughfollowsme,alowsound thatcurlsaroundmyspineandrefusestoletgo.
Imarch towardtheglassdoorsoftheofficebuilding,tryingtoconvincemyselfImstillangry.
AndIam.
But whenIglancebackovermyshoulderjustoncehesstillthere Watchingme.
Successfullyunlocked! Likehealwaysdoes.

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IgivealittleswayofmyhipsasIwalk,lettinghimwatch.
222 1/2 CHAPTER045:TheRealBusiness *** ~~KNOX~~ *** Istaythereforawhile.
Justsitting.
WatchingSloanedisappearthroughtheglass doors,hershorthaircatchingtheafternoonlight,herstepsbriskanddetermined.
OnlywhenImsureshessafelyinsidedoIpeelawayfromthecurb,onehandon thewheel,theotherpullingoutmyphone.
Theseconditunlocks,Ipressthespeeddial.
Aaron,Isaythemomentthelineconnects,notbotheringwithgreetingsorsmalltalk.Imgoingto sendyouanaddress.
Yes,sir,Aaronanswers,crispandalert.
Sendacrewthere.Iwantthelockschanged.Somethinghighgrade,digital.Andwhileyoureatit,doafullsweepoftheplace.
Theresapauseontheotherend.Then: What day,sir? Rightnow.Preferablybeforeshegetsbackfromherdayjob.
Understood.
IendthecallandfireoffatextwithSloanesaddress,myfingersmovingfastacrossthescreenasIweavethroughtraffic.
Probablynotthesmartestmovetextingwhile drivingbutwhatcanIsay?Somewhereinthebackofmymind,IcanalreadypictureSloanegivingmeshitforit.Thewayhereyeswouldnarrow.Thewayhermouthwouldpullintothatsharplittlefrownshethinksisintimidating.
Shejustseemslikethetypetogiveafulltenminutelectureabouttextingwhile driving.Probablycitesomedamnstatisticstoo,wavingherhandsaroundlikeshesteachingasafetycourse.
Andthecrazypart? IdontthinkIdevenmind.
Notfromher.
Normally,clingy,nosy,overlyinquisitive typesmakemyskinitch.

Butmaybeshedoesntcount.
Maybeshecouldscreamatmeinthemiddleofmyownclub,fistsflying,accusationssharpenoughtodrawbloodandIdstillwanttofuckheragainstthenearest wall.Which,inanyothercase,wouldresultinadislocatedjointfortheother person.
Ishakemyhead,easingthecarintoaquieterpartofthecitytheoldindustrialstretchwhereallthewindowsareboardedupexceptfortheonesthatarentreallywindowsatall.
Idontoftenrepeatsexwiththesamewoman.
Onceisusuallyenough.
Sometimestwice,ifthemoodisgoodandthechemistrydecent.
ButhereIamstillgettinghardatthememory ofher.
Stillcravingthefeelofhernailsdraggingdown myback,thewayshegaspsmynamelikeshesbleedingitoutofhersoul.
Andpartofmethedarkerpart,therecklesspartwantsto kidnapher.
Wantsto throwherovermyshoulder,tossherintomybed,andkeepherthereuntilsheforgetswhatfreshaireventasteslike.
Butbringingherdeeperintomyworld? DraggingherintotheshitIliveandbreathe? Yeah.
Thatmightbealittletoosoon.
Evenforme.
Myclubisntfarnow.
Tuckedawayinthebonesofaquietneighborhood,designedtolooklikeaboring,slightlyupscaleofficebuildingfromtheoutside.
3/2 CHAPTER045TheRealBusiness Ifyoudidntknowbetter,youdthinkitwasalawfirmora financialagency.
Inside,though- Thatswheretherealbusinesshappens.
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