the leather passenger's seat of em's mercedes benz was cool against my bare skin.
of course, i had rationalized this. my shift was over when i said it was over. i wasn't mixing work and leisure.
even if i was still wearing the outfit - or lack thereof.
i crossed one of my exposed legs over the other, given that i had more than enough wiggle room. i focused on the darkened blur of the passing city landscape through the window, which was illuminated by the occassional streetlight. after a moment, i glanced over at him and swallowed apprehensively.
why does he look so damn familiar?
i openly stared at him as i tried, probably too hard, to recall where i'd seen him. he interpreted this as me checking him out, of course.
"this'll all be yours in a minute," he playfully reassured, only taking those icy blue eyes of his off of the road for a second.
"i know who you are," i blurted abruptly. i had spotted his tribal tattoo poking out of his sleeve as he casually turned the steering wheel, and it clicked.
he scoffed. "'course you do," he retorted, "s'why you're in this car right now, bitch."
i chuckled darkly, uninhibited by his offhandedly insulting calling. "honey, i wouldn't care if you were a millionaire or if you still lived in a trailer park. as long as you can fuck me until i can't stand, i'm satisfied."
he became timidly silent, as if he hadn't expected me to talk back - especially in my usual blunt fashion.
i win.
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same song and dance.
Fanfiction❝ i heard 'em say exact opposites attract. if that's a fact it'll take task force to get you back. ❞ -- she's a professional. but when he won't take no for an answer, the line between business and pleasure is blurred.
