Tamed

Chapter 18.

MARIANNA

By the time Lucas and I are done talkiing and having a time pass, it is already evening.

"I think I should get going." I state, looking into my wristwatch. Shit, I have plans with Marvin tonight.

"Alright. I'll drop you off." He stretches his hand for me to take and I simply choose to ignore it instead.

"Ouch. That hurt." He sighs and picks up a piece of serviette to clean his hand before placing them in his pockets. Nice back up.

"Next time, keep them where they belong." I reprimand, walking to make payment.

"The bill has already been paid for, ma'am." I turn, glare at Lucas and match to the car, annoyed. I just TRY to keep my emotions in check because one, he's helping out. Two, he's my ride home.

Meanwhile, the object of my annoyance walks to the car, very calm with just one hand now in his pocket.

He walks pass me and gets into the car, turning on the ignition. Tilting his head towards the window by my side, he knocks on it before winding down.

"Are you coming in or what?" He asks. With an eye roll sent his way, I attempt to open the door and it is locked.

"Open the door, you goddamn idiot!" A hiss leaves my mouth as a result of this.

Instead, this man winds up and laughs at my expense. I stalk towards his seat and open the door with so much force, trying to reach out for my door, not paying attention to the effect of my action.

"Come here." Is all I hear and in a jiffy I'm sitting on his laps. While he uses one hand to hold me in place, he uses the other to unlock the door.

"Let me go, you idiot." I constantly hiss at his action and the fact that I don't want my body to betray me any time soon.

"Shhh.." He says, placing his finger on my lips. Next thing, he tucks my hair behind my ears and starts to stare at me.

"You need to calm down, Marianna. And we'll start by this." He dips his hand into my hair, takes off my scrunchy and begins to assault my senses with a hand by giving me a head massage.

Soon enough, I begin to feel my body relax on its own and I don't know when a satisfactory sigh escapes my lips.

"You see, I told you. You just needed to calm down." After a while, he places me back on my feet and stands up.

"My scrunchy." I ask him, stretching out my hand and opening my palm.

"I'll keep it. You look better with your hair down, anyway." I roll my eyes at his somewhat compliment.

"Yeah but that is not professional." I point out.

"Screw professionalism." He chuckles and lifts me off the floor, into his arms. I wanted to protest but decide against it. I might as well enjoy a human elevator. The people i2j the parking lot begin giving us fond smiles. This man is well known. I am scared of a scandal. Shit!

Wait. Why am I being paranoid?

He rounds the edges of the car and opens up the door leading to the front seat, drops me in the seat, helps with tucking in the seat belt and walks back to his.

While we head to mine, he tries to bring up small talk by asking some questions. I respond to some but to others, I completely shun him.

At long last, we arrive and I let out a breath of air that I never knew I was holding in.

"Thank you." I smile at him, my hand already at the door.

"You are welcome. Hope to see you tomorrow." He nods before smiling.