Page 48 of Captivated By You
Instead, she stepped out of my reach, smoothed her hair down and blinked.
And fucking disappeared. Had her body vanished, that wouldn’t have surprised me either. In the span of mere seconds, I saw a part of Claudia I hadn’t seen before.
Cool. Reserved. Fucking proper with a capitalPissed The Hell Off Ice Queen look.
I hated it.
“Claudia—” How many times was I going to apologize to her? Fucking hell.
She lifted a hand and dropped it, clasping her hands together at her front. She was so damn closed off, not even tears were in her eyes from the sting of my pain.
I messed up. I just didn’t have the time to apologize and fix it. A text as soon as we landed from my mom told me there were already reporters outside her house. Which wasn’t where we were going.
Because I wasn’tactuallythe asshole I was currently sounding like.
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do for you, sir?”
Sweet sugary voice, laced with poison. I wasn’t going near that tongue for fear of a deadly bite.
“No. Just get in the car.” I swiped my small bag off the floor and turned, almost running down the stairs like a pussy just to get away from the ice cold daggers in her narrowed, angry and hurt eyes. But fuck.
One damn day without drama. Was it too much to ask for?
I wasn’t a complete prick. I stopped at the bottom of the small staircase until Claudia met me there and with my hand on her lower back, that she neither flinched from or leaned into like was custom for her, guided her toward a waiting black Lincoln sedan.
And once we were seated inside, the car pulling out of the tarmac, I shivered.
I might as well as have been in Antarctica for the physical burst of coolness that filled the back seat.
