Can’t I catchonefucking break? Just one!
She remembered to grab her purse and cell phone and headed down the hall, praying she didn’t trip and break her neck or something horrifically mortifying like that.
Axel looked casually nommy, jeans and loafers and a button-up shirt. “Hey,” she said. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, just an attack door trying to kill me. Ready?” She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face that had landed in front of her eyes.
Good luck trying to do anything with her hair. Up…or down. Or pigtails. That was about it. Curly wasn’t conducive to much else. So tonight it was down and loose.
“Have fun,” her dad called out, maybe sensing he’d already pushed her to her limit tonight.
“Sorry about the inquisition,” she muttered as they headed to Axel’s car. “Noooobody expects it.”
He laughed. “It’s fine. Your dad’s a hoot.”
“That’s one word for it.”
He held the passenger door open for her. “He’s funny. He said he might have a two-minute head start on you to get away, and I offered to tie you up. He said you might like that.”
She wasn’t sure if her face had turned red or white, but whatever color it had turned, it was apparently drastic enough that even in the twilight Axel spotted it.
“Skye? Are you all right?”
She closed her eyes.
I.
Will.
Fucking.
Kill.
Him.
“Yeah,” she finally managed. “I’m good.” She forced a smile. “We’re going to have an interesting chat tonight.”
This is why I can’t have nice things.
“Um, okay.” He closed the door and rounded the car to get behind the wheel. “By interesting, you mean…good, I hope?”
“I hope so, too.”
She opted to back up and not assume her father had said more than what he might have actually said. “So whatdidmy dad say? Exactly.”
“Well, pretty much what I said, except he asked if I was into that, too. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, though.”
Of course it couldn’t have beenthateasy.
Her head drooped and she decided to hit this head-on rather than deflecting it and later look like she was trying to hide something.
“Um… Okay. So, here’s the thing. I’m…kinky. I’m into BDSM. Not theFifty Shadesversion, either. In real life.”
“Oh. Like Rusty and Grant and them.”
Her mouth snapped shut with an audibleclick. “Saywhut?”
