“It’s alright. I guess I got my wires crossed.”
“I mean—I wouldn’t date a girl like you.” He grimaces. “Not that you aren’t pretty. You have a nice face. You could probably be a model, you know, if you lost like fifty or seventy pounds. Something like that?”
“Alright,” I say, standing from the table so suddenly the soy sauce bottles jingle. “I think that’s enough for the night.”
“What? You can’t even have dinner with me now?”
I shake my head. “I’m not going to let this terrible non-date go on any longer. I like this restaurant. I want to come back here without the memory of you tainting it.”
“Don’t you think you are overreacting?” He sighs loudly.
“I don’t, actually,” I say. “I’m being very reasonable. I’m not even yelling at you. Which I do think you deserve for being a total fuckface.” I sling on my heart-covered jacket, tuck my adorable, impractically tiny, date-night purse under my arm, and leave.
I can’t believe I agreed to go out with this guy. A misunderstanding about a date is one thing, but, as usual, I’m better off alone. People always find a way to disappoint you. I don’t know why I thought this time might be different.
It was almost a twenty-minute walk here—not a big deal to head back, even on an empty stomach—but two blocks from the restaurant the rain starts and immediately becomes a torrential downpour. The water hits me like a sheet, and in a few seconds I’m soaked to the bone. With another twelve blocks to walk, I duck into an alcove of the closest building to escape the drops.Maybe I can persuade my roommate to come pick me up or book a ride share app.
But my impractical purse holds up to its description. The zipper sticks, and when I finally jerk it open the contents spill onto the wet ground. My phone skitters across the sidewalk, stopping right on the edge of a large puddle.
I snatch it up, feeling sure I’ve rescued it from a wet grave, but the previously cracked screen now proves to be completely shattered. Trying to unlock it results in a still-black screen and a tiny laceration on my finger.
“Shit. Fuck. Balls,” I mutter, sticking my pointer finger into my mouth to suck the pain away. I’m not going to further ruin the evening by getting blood on my cute outfit.
A black town car slows to a stop in the street beside me, the back window lowers and a male voice emerges.
“Do you need a ride?” the voice asks.
“No!” I blurt, without turning to look at my potential abductor. I’m not getting into a car with a stranger, not even one with a nice voice.
“It’s raining, you are getting wet. It’s really not a problem?—”
I don’t bother facing the car. I just flip my middle finger in his direction. “Fuck off, fuckstick.” I don’t say it too loudly. No point in pissing the guy off more than necessary.
“Seems a bit harsh, Ms. Thorn.” The voice clicks into place in my memory. Only one person calls me Ms. Thorn with that kind of bravado.
I spin around to find Sacha Kwatch watching me from the backseat of the car. I flipped off my boss. I am still flipping off my boss. I drop my hand to my side.
“Mr. Kwatch, sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you?—”
“Get in the car, Ms. Thorn. You can continue groveling when you are out of the rain.”
The little command sends a pulse straight to my pussy. Fuck, I’m in trouble. Get into the back of the car with my hot boss who tries to fuck all of his assistants? Or stand in the rain like a fool and face the consequences of turning him down?
The door pops open.
I’ve probably been trapped in a car with worse. I release a deep sigh and climb into the backseat, sliding my wet ass across pristine black leather to sit beside my hot boss.
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ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE
Sacha
I knew her silhouette the moment I saw it through my tinted car window. I couldn’t just leave her stranded in the terrible weather.
Now, she’s beside me, unbearably close, her warmth sinking into my thigh where our legs brush. Her forest scent invading my nose. She looks at me sheepishly through her dark lashes. She’s wet, and vulnerable, like a defenseless doe alone in the woods, and in this flimsy outfit I bet I could have her completely unclothed in seconds. I could drag her across the seat into my waiting lap, tug up that skirt, finally find out what gets her pussy wet, have her begging me to cum inside her?—
I crack open my window eager for a breath of untainted air to clear my head, and hope she doesn’t notice that a small amount of rain slips in.
