Not About The Bad Boy

Chapter Two

I moved my body slightly to the left and snuggled deeper into the cool leather. It was smooth against my skin and felt like heaven.

I could get used to this life, the feeling of cool leather, the comforting smell of musk...

Hold onto your bunnies...

I woke up with a start only for my neck to slice painfully into something and my entire body hit all the back against the seat.

I tried to move my legs but it just painfully hit up the glove compartment where the entire contents of it spilled forward on to my lap and the pristine carpeted floor. My knee began to throb slightly as I clenched my jaw in order not to scream out loud.

"Calm down pancake," A smooth voice interrupted me before I was about to injure myself any further.

If wiskey had a voice it would sound like the voice I had just heard. It seemed to flow over you, not too soft but not loud either and it didn't ask for your attention it demanded for it.

I turned my body to see a boy at the wheel of the car, I got a profile of the side of him.

He had dark chocolate hair that was spiked a little upwards and looked so many different shades of brown in the sunlight. I got a view of his long eyelashes from here, they were extremely long and curled right at the ends. Thick dark eyebrows framed his eyes.

His nose was sharp yet slightly blunt at the end as if that was even possible. It meet the even sharper angle of his jawline. I was no mathematician but even I knew that an angle that sharp was dangerous.

I had a pretty decent view of the upper part of his body. He was slightly bulky but not buff like a Ken doll. The long sleeved shirt was tight against his thick arms and  his forearms were visible with the sleeves rolled back just before his elbows. The shirt was open at the top button giving me a slight peek of his chest, which was an eye-catching creamy smooth colour.

Well obviously someone has to drive the god damn car. I rolled my eyes at my own logic.

But this someone was a stranger no matter how good he looked.

"STOP THE CAR!" I flapped my arms and  with a shriek that could rival a banshee.

"Shut up woman,"  He gritted back through his teeth not as loud as me neither as harsh as I had said either.

For the second time that morning the car went drifting across the road, just that this time I was inside it.

My body pressed against the car door and I shut my eyes tight. I felt the controls on the side of the door press painfully into my body and they were most likely going to leave marks on my stomach while it twisted painfully over and over and my head spun like a washing machine.

"What is wrong with you?" He said the words slowly and carefully as if I was deaf after he brought the car to a stop.

Thankfully the road that we were traveling on was empty so no one had to witness that. Or get involved and get injured.

"Kidnapper!" I grabbed the first thing in my hand and aimed it at him willing to hurt him, if things got there. It would be a shame and happy mistake to damage that perfect jawline.

He barely raised an eyebrow at me and put his hands up in the air.

"If you want to use that as a weapon, perhaps take the cap of ?" He pointed at it.

I looked down to realize that I had a can of perfume in my hand.

"Shut up," I ordered.

"That's what you say to someone who just saved your life?" He cocked his head to the side. Making him look like the perfect cross of handsome and adorable.