Part 3 (2/2)

The curly ma.s.s was already giving me a tension headache, but that was the problem with having long hair. You either dealt with it, or cut it off.

I'd tried to cut it off.

I'd even gone so far as to be sitting in the salon chair while my hairdresser held scissors in one hand, and the ma.s.s of my hair in the other.

Then his voice came back to me.

G.o.d I love your hair. Don't ever cut it. It's so f.u.c.king s.e.xy. He'd said one night after we went on a ride.

Stupidly, I'd told the woman no, and that I was sorry.

I paid her what she would've gotten out of me anyway, and never went back.

Even now, six months later, I only ever trimmed it with a pair of my own scissors.

Why?

Because I was a stupid girl.

A f.u.c.king stupid, in love with a man who'd never love me back, girl.

After swiping on some mascara, a sheen of lip gloss, and a tiny bit of mascara, I walked out of my bathroom door to find Cleo now laying on my bed.

”What are you doing here?” I asked.

I didn't bother asking how he got in.

The man was a freakin' genius. He could get in positively anything.

Pickle jars and locked doors being the most common.

Even bypa.s.sing my complicated alarm I'd had installed as soon as I'd moved in wasn't out of the ordinary.

It'd cost a mint, but it gave me piece of mind.

I was a single woman living alone in a new, big city.

It was worth it.

It did make me question the system, though, if it could be so easily bypa.s.sed.

”I have to go to work today. Thought I'd give you a ride. Took your car in to the shop,” he said simply.

I blinked at him.

”But...but I don't have any money to pay to fix my car right now. And how am I supposed to get to and from work if you've taken my car away from me? And what if Nonnie needs me?” I asked somewhat shrilly.

His eyes opened. ”What part of 'I'd give you a ride' did you not understand?”

”The part where you took my car without asking. I have s.h.i.+t in there I needed!” I yelled.

The man was so G.o.dd.a.m.ned high handed!

Always doing things without asking my input.

A year ago, it was kind of nice that he did that for me. Now, though, when we had zero potential of a relations.h.i.+p, it was not something I needed, nor wanted, to put up with.

If I was being truthful, though, it was nice of him. And I knew he wouldn't leave me to fend for myself. I also liked how he cared enough to make sure I had a reliable car.

I didn't like that he was making me feel things I hadn't felt in so long. Things that made me start hoping.

Wanting.

Needing.

”You have ten minutes before we need to leave. I have to be on s.h.i.+ft here shortly, and it's going to be tight getting you to work and then getting to mine,” he said as he sat up from the bed and looked at me with an impatient gesture.

I was habitually late.

Cleo was habitually early.

We fought over that constantly.

The one thing he didn't do was wake me earlier than I wanted to be woken.

I was a b.i.t.c.h to the extreme if I was woken early.

Sadly, he knew that, too. Which was why he'd let me sleep this morning instead of waking me.

I wasn't selective in who I was mean to.

He knew better, having chosen to wake me early only once before, and then never doing it again.

Knowing fighting with him about this right now was futile, I gave him my back and walked to my panty drawer.

Smiling devilishly, I opened the door with my s.e.xy panties and pulled out the one pair that I knew would drive him wild.

They were white lace boy shorts that were see through everywhere but the crotch.

They'd be uncomfortable as h.e.l.l to wear to work today, but knowing that he'd know that I was wearing them would be worth it.

I bent down, most likely giving him a good peak of what he gave up, and stepped into my pantie. Slowly.

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