Ever since yesterday, there has been an itch between my shoulder blades. Something prickly under the starc

kindly to this kind of distraction. Work is the only thing worth focusing on, after all. So when I look up fro

rain before. Literal

of the world if on

didn't allow mys

a lesson from getting stranded on this long stretch of road without assistance. God knows when I faced th

-one, I do th

best effort to ignore the girl-I lean forward

to

e window, the itching between my shoulder blades dulls and stops completely. I don't like that. I don't like it one bit. Who is this...creatur

e's sm

obscures my vision. Cursing with impatience, I throw open the back door and step out, buttoning my suit

the last time a speci

ny conversation. I only engage in sex or masturbation to meet the needs of my body. Not for enjoyment. Certa

pples through the thin dress. With an inward command to get myself in order, I reach back

hteen. Who the hell left her vulnerable out here in nothing more than a slip? Because my God, is she ever vulnerable. If

ot positive she

outh, skin that begs for a man's hands. Tits designed to scramble a lesser man's brain. Wide green eyes. She

eet to

What the fuck are you doing out here in th

She blinks. "W

e, leaving sensual destruction in

ky and the sun chooses that moment to peek through the clouds, bathing her face in light. "I don

mentally. That almost qualified as a compliment and I don't dole those out. Saying nice things to people makes them want to stick around and I'm not interest

the weather now?" she whispers. "Or...

mething about her that makes me feel uncovered. Like she can see straight through me. Maybe she really did fall fr

"I don't really meet

hey pose when you're all alone, walking around in this..."

aths coming in quick pants. Certainly not because I touched her dress...? "Oh, I don't know," she murmurs. "N

covering her head with my umbrella. Putting both of us beneath it.

e failed to hide. "I won't tell an

is twice as dangerous. This interaction might be nothing to her, but

I don't feel a hint of remorse when I evict my tenants. No one is truly good or worthy of empathy. Not to mention, I've been at the bottom of the barrel without so

right. I don't like having my indifference challenged. I especially don

I damn well wan