Claimed By The Lawrence Brothers

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

The salesperson tells us he can't give another price on it Because he'll get in trouble with his boss. I kind of feel sorry for him. He looks terrified of Isaac.

"Hey, Flossy," he said.
I hate that name and he knows it, too. Naturally, I glared at him, but he just grinned. He knows full well it's pissing me off.
"Let me take you to my brother's place. I'll get you a better deal, and a better car than a Cleo." He says the last part with distaste. It's like saying the word has left a bad taste in his mouth. I shook my head and told him "No" because there was no way I was going anywhere with him. He's tilting his head, grinning, once again making my insides dance.

"Are you afraid I'll get you a bad deal? Oh, Candy, do you doubt me?"
No, I'm afraid you're bad for my health and my heart.
"Will you just stop calling me that! I'm not a fucking stripper, you know! And I don't know you. I've known you all the five minutes!"
He laughed, and I'm confused because I like his laugh so freaking much.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. What would you like me to call you instead? And as for not knowing me; how about we get to know each other now?"

Baby? Get to know each other, really? Oh god, why is he saying it like it's got some sort of double meaning to it?
As he said this, his eyes travelled up and down my body. He's slowly making his way back up. Even with my black ripped skinny jeans, and my AC-DC over-the-shoulder T-shirt, I still feel naked with the way he's looking at me. I feel completely buck-fucking-naked. Oh god. Why the hell is it making my insides pull together? I really shouldn't be having this kind of reaction to him or anyone. This is freaking me out.

"Hales will do, thanks very much. Anyway, why are you here? Shouldn't you be painting the fucking walls of the studio?" I ask a little breathless.
Come on, Hales! Sort yourself out. I ignore the bit about getting to know him because I do, very much. But I can't because he's no good for my health. I'm barely breathing to start with. Seconds later, a grin spread across his face, and I liked it, a little too much. It's making my tummy flutter.

"Yeah, I'll be back in tomorrow. Mars has a new apprentice due in, so I'll be painting the office while she's interviewing. As for being here, I was just passing by when I saw a whole load of sweet ass candy. I had to come to see if my woman needed a hand."

I gasp in shock. His woman? Yep, definitely a cocky one. He's kind of smooth, too. But I'm not his woman, and he's not smooth enough to get past my walls either.

"Sorry love, but I don't need yours or anybody else's help. So if you'll excuse me, I've got places to be."
When I finish, I make my way out of the car lot, leaving the car salespeople behind. I walk past Isaac while still feeling his stare. It's sending tingles through my body. I'm becoming super hyper-aware of him doing it. Of course, I ignore him and carry on walking home, it's while trying my best not to trip up. Yes, sadly I don't have my car because this place is only around the corner from my place.
Once I get halfway up the street, I hear his bike come to life. Oh, bloody hell. If you could hear this thing, your knickers would need changing or is that only me?
Anyway, as the sound drew closer, I turned to look at him as he slowly drove alongside me. I can't help thinking he looks hot as hell. I'm also thinking I'd love to have him, but then thinking I can't. But why can't I? Oh yeah, because he'd shatter my heart if I was to let him in. There's that and I don't want him to see me freak out again.

"Get on, I'll take you home."
When I shook my head, I told him there was no freaking way... Secretly, I'd love to get on it. Oh, I really would.
"Flossy, get on the bike or I'll follow you home."
I gasp in shock. He wouldn't dare... would he?
"Listen, Isaac, never gonna happen. So, go home and leave me the hell alone, please."

While I said this, I'm still walking, hoping he'll take the not-so-subtle hint and bugger off. Only, he chuckled and carried on following, still not taking the hint. He's not even saying anything, so when I look at him, my stomach flips with seeing the way he's looking at me. What is that look?