Dangerous Woman

5:

Harry;

Valancia was dangerous, that's all there is to it.

She lay there in her lace panties and my shirt as she slept well into the morning light. It was eleven thirty seven and the sun had surprisingly decided to make a show.

I wanted to get up and get ready to leave, but I also didn't want to wake little miss sleeping beauty over there just in case she was a shitty morning person. Speaking of, she stirred in her sleep for a bit until eventually rolling over and facing me with a slight smile on her lips

I wouldn't lie and say that she wasn't hot because she was, that was utterly undeniable. But she was a little overbearing when she continuously threw herself at me. Was it so bad that I liked a little mystery in a girl?

"Morning." Her croaky voice sounded through the room, her vocal cords not used to the sudden strain on them.

"Mm, get up! We're out of here in fifteen." Valancia just rolled her eyes at my blunt response and snuggled into the duvet even more.

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to use your manners. Or you know... Be nice to me." This time I rolled my eyes at her and watched as she flung the duvet off the bed and stood up to stretch.

She slowly dragged her hands up her thighs, her fingers catching on the hem of my shirt as she moved up. Her whole ass was on full display for a few seconds before the shirt fell back in place. She then proceeded to run her fingers through her hair before reaching them up as high as she could, finally stretching her tired muscles.

I quickly looked away and climbed off the bed before she turned around and caught me staring, however I would deny the fact that I was, in fact, staring and get on with getting dressed and packing my shit.

Our next destination was still unknown but it was almost thrilling to just drive off into the unknown, and I hate to say it, but Valancia isn't the worst company you could have.

I was ready to go and waiting by the door for a good ten minutes before she finally slid her feet into a pair of those really uncomfortable looking shoes. Valancia smiled at me and batted her thick lashes before pulling the door open and waltzing down the stairs and back over to my car.

This was going to be one hell of a trip.

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Valancia had kicked her shoes off the seconds we got in the damn car, her manicured toes wriggling around on the dashboard. She had begged and begged that we go to Seattle to eat and do a little shopping which I had distastefully declined.

Little miss princess over there didn't take it too well, being told she can't have something for once in her life must have really pulled a few strings in her mind because she stopped talking from then on. Now normally I would be thanking whatever god was out there for this blessing, but for some reason I couldn't stand the silence.

The silence was deafening and I couldn't take being stuck in a car with a silent Valancia for god knows how many bloody hours. So, reluctantly I silently drove us to Seattle. Valancia was in her own little bubble and didn't seem to realize where we were going.

We were just outside of Seattle when Valancia finally started paying proper attention to her surrounding. A "Welcome to Seattle" sign came into view and she jerked slightly out of her seat, there was a huge smile on her face now as she looked at me and squealed.

"Oh my god Harry, we're in Seattle..." She happily cheered and leaned over the divider, I turned my head to look at her but instead I was met with her lips forcefully placing a sickly sweet kiss to my lips.

She didn't seem to phased by it, I however almost crashed the car into on coming traffic. That kiss was more trouble than what it was worth... That was a lie, it brought me a kind of blissful feeling, one that I'd hate to admit to loving.

"I'm right beside you, stop yelling." The tone of my voice was hostile, but frankly it was all for show. Valancia didn't seem to be buying my little act either because she flipped her goddamn hair over her shoulder and then rested her hand on my thigh.

I held my breath as I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but also try to pry her hand off my leg. I gave up after a few seconds once I realized that her tight grip wasn't going anywhere.

Well, it wasn't going anywhere until she laced her fingers through mine and placed my hand over her bare thigh. I didn't see the point in trying to pull away since her hand was holding mine down, so I just stroked my thumb along her leg for the rest of the drive.

I decided it would be best if we just stayed over night in Seattle because for one, it would shut Valancia up, and it also meant I didn't have to drive through the night. So I pulled into the next motel that I saw and parked outside the office.

"Stay here while I get a room." She didn't seem to have any issues with my request as she stayed buckled in with a huge smile stretched across her face.

As I turned away from the car and made my way to the entrance, I couldn't help the little smile that managed to creep up onto my own lips. She'd never acted so innocently around me before and it was refreshing.

A chubby man was behind the desk with an old book in his dirty little hands. He didn't pay any attention to my presence which annoyed me, I wanted to get a room and get out of here as fast as possible.

"Excuse me..." The bluntness in my voice was evident but this dick didn't seem to care.

"Look, will you just give me a goddamn room. It'll take your lazy ass two seconds."

With a very distasteful frown upon his face, he removed his eyes from the book and sent me a death glare as he licked his chapped lips.

"How many?" He deadpanned while reaching into a draw beneath the desk.

"A room with a double bed."

The man pulled a key from the draw with a tag number '15' in permanent marker. He then flipped open a log book and told me to put my info into the boxes. I ended up paying him in cash since I didn't trust him with my card details and stomped back out the door, making sure it slammed against the frame on my way out.

Valancia watched me through the windshield as I made my way back to the car with a scowl on my face. People so easily put me in a bad mood, it's an issue i'm trying to work through.

"Come on lets go, we've got room 15."