“Stop grinding your teeth, Sienna,” he says, his voice weaving from the third row—where he insisted on riding so that he could write music in “peace”—up to the driver’s seat to irritate me.“It’s stop and go traffic. It’s nerve-wracking,” I hiss. Then, reluctantly, I add, “Mr. Wolfe.” I won’t mention that Kylie’s notes explicitly said that a car would be sent to take him to the photo shoot this afternoon. That I heard him cancelling said vehicle this morning when I was making myself coffee. Or that the only reason I personally think he’s having me escort him around is so he can screw with my head.Make me fail.Tempt me.I glance into the rearview mirror. My gaze locks with frustrated hazel eyes. “Just stop with the fucking teeth,” he growls.Before what? You discipline me? I take a breath, ready to verbalize the taunts, but then I decide better on it. Lucas is holding something important over my head. Plus, despite his promise not to touch me unless I ask, I know he doesn’t have to lay a hand on my body to punish me. He’s proven that to me more times than I’d like. Wetting my lips, I tighten my grip on the steering wheel to stop my hands from shaking.For the rest of the ride, I slide my tongue back and forth between my teeth to keep from grinding them together.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Day 7: Sexy Saturday Snip
Since I'll be doing something else on the blog tomorrow, I decided to share my SSS a day early! Enjoy. :)