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November 27 - November 28, 2022
“You sure are persistent for a man that isn’t interested.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “Oh, I’m interested.”
“I said, you’re a cheat. A liar, too.” His jaw muscle spasms. “A liar.” “Uh-huh. You told me you haven’t played this game before, but you have, haven’t you?” “I already told you I haven’t.” A beat passes. It turns into two. We stare at each other as thick and sticky realization trickles into the small gap between us. That was my fifth question.
He leans forward, just close enough to reach into the pocket of my coat, and slips the Breitling inside of it. It falls like a dead weight to the bottom. “Look after it.”
And being judgmental about other women’s bodies has never made mine miraculously perfect, either.
“You’re eating.” He inches down the window and frisbees the burger into the night. I swallow. “Here?” He nods. “There’s no room.” Wordlessly, he reaches down beside his seat and it whirs all the way back, creating a large space between his knees and the steering wheel. Large enough for me to shake my ass in.
My sass morphs into a gasp as Raphael’s thick fingers find purchase in the base of my hair and yank my head back. I open my mouth to protest, then something cold and smooth slides into it. At first, I think it’s another playing card, but when I pull it out, I realize it’s a Black Amex. My eyes clash with Raphael’s. “Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”
But then a firm, hot hand slides under the blazer and rests on my thigh. I glance up at Raphael, but he’s focusing on the gap between the whooshing wipers, steering the car with the palm of his other hand. “Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”