Chapter 4

I walked away, putting as much distance between us as possible or I was going to faint.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, but from the moment he sat next to me, I felt my heart slamming against my chest repeatedly for a reason I couldn't explain.

Never in a million years did I think I was going to see him again. Never in another million years did I think I would see him here, in this house, as my mom's fiance's brother, my future step uncle.

Seeing him with that woman stirred a lot of things in me, but I guess the worst of it all was the knot in my stomach that refused to go away.

During dinner, I caught myself more than once, imagining to be in that woman's position, but each time, I mentally smacked myself in the head.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

And just perfect for me, he had to see that stupid wound which I don't even remember getting on my elbow.

“You're going the wrong way, Elodie,” his voice made me halt in my tracks.

I turned around and walked briskly to him. “Stop calling me Elodie!” I gritted out.

I always hated strangers using my full name, now, I hated how sexy it sounded rolling off his tongue, but more than that, I hated how my stupid body reacted to it.

“Right,” he smirked, but something told me he wasn't going to stop.

My heart fluttered, seeing that the disgust in his eyes at that ugly wound on my elbow was now replaced with amusement.

“That's my car,” he pointed at the opposite direction.

“You lead the way,” I said instead.

“Why? You don't want me staring at your ass?” He raised a perfect eyebrow.

Heat crawled up to my cheek and my whole body burned.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered.

He chuckled but walked ahead of me and I took a few seconds to calm my heart before following him.

I opened my side of the door and slid in, and I was suddenly very conscious of our proximity. If it as any other time, I would have been screeching at sitting in such an expensive car, but I was too busy taking in his scent of sandalwood, pine and cinnamon.

“Seatbelts,” he said in his husky voice after inputting our address, which mom had gladly give him, in the GPS.

I rolled my eyes but put my seatbelt on.

The first few minutes of the ride was silent. I subtly turned to the side to get a good look at him.

He was every bit the way I remembered. Even better. His shirt was folded up to his elbow, giving me a good view of his strong tattooed arms.

“Keep staring at me like that and I'll pull over and give you something to look at,” he growled lowly.

My cheeks immediately flushed red and I looked away. “I-I wasn't staring,” I stuttered.

Real smooth, Ellie.

“Tell me, Elodie. Where did you disappear that night?”

I immediately knew what he was talking about and it seemed like the AC stopped working, and the car became very hot.

My throat immediately went dry, recalling how I'd made a complete fool of myself.

“It was a mix up. Why were you looking for me?” I mentally patted myself on the back for how steady my voice came out.

“I wanted to take you home after that little show,” amusement was evident in his voice, and I felt my anger boiling.

“I’m not one of your whores,” I spat, remembering the woman from earlier.

A tinge of jealousy that I couldn't tell where it came from, bloomed in my chest, but I quickly pushed it back down.

“That's not what I thought with the way you owned that pole,” his smirk widened.

I choked on my own spit and glared at him.

“I…I was…that was….” My face was redder than a tomato at the embarrassing reminder. “Fuck you,” I settled.

“Now or when we get to your house?” He asked.

My mouth hung open. “Never!” I screeched.

But my body betrayed me and his sexy voice and the thought of him even seeing me that way made heat pool in my panties.

He took a deep breath and his body stiffened, but it only lasted a second.

“You're wet. You do want me to fuck you,” he stated.

My eyes turned saucers. How did he know that?

“How did you …..”

The rest of the words got stuck in my throat when the car came to a stop and my heart skipped a beat.

“Why did you stop? What do you want to do?” I asked with wide eyes.

He leaned closer, not even bothered that I was about to have a panic attack. “Nothing you don't already want me to do to you, Elodie,” his minty breath fanned my face, and keeping my eyes open was a struggle as my chest heaved rapidly.

Why was I reacting this way to him?

“Right?” His finger touched my chin.

I jumped at the sparks that flew at the connection while his eyes hooded over.

His finger traced a feathery touch down my neck and neck and stopped right above my breasts, the same way he had done the other night.

I clenched my thighs shut.

“Is it this place?” He went lower to the valley of my breasts.

“Wh-what are you doing?” My voice came out breathy.

My brain was in a frenzy but before I could get lost in his feathery touch, he pulled away, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I was asking if this was your house,” he pointed out the window.

It took me a few seconds to wrap my head around what he was saying, and when I did, I felt like a bucket of cold water had been emptied over my head.

I looked out the window, seeing the neat lawn of my house, and also seeing my dignity running away.

I gritted my teeth and opened the car while his laughter, a rich sound, echoed loudly behind me.

“See you next time, Elodie,” he said, but I was already running to the front door and pushing the key in.

I closed the door and slammed my back against the wall, placing my palm flat on my chest.

That man was doing things I couldn't explain to my body and mind. He was trouble with a capital T. I had to stay away from him.