Page 75 of Tormented

“Looks like it, huh?” Sawyer smirks, shoulders big and overbearing as he sits atop the counter, palms pressed to the surface either side of his legs. “Why do you want to travel separate?”

“Why you want to do it together?”

“You think you can flash me that pussy and then let it outta my sight?” He shakes his head, chuckling. “You really dove in the deep end without learnin’ to swim first, huh?”

“I’m not in over my head,” I snap. “You don’t intimidate me.” Liar.

“Who said anythin’ about bein’ intimidated?”

I frown, arms crossed over my chest as I stare him down, His gaze roves my attire, same clothes as yesterday, and his pupils dilate.

“You want a shower before we head off?”

“You saying I stink?”

“Sayin’ I could lather you up so you don’t.” He hops off the counter, his boots making a hell of a thud as his heavy frame hits the floor. “Sound like fun?”

“Are you like this with everyone?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “I tried with Tap once, but he wasn’t too keen. Thought the guy liked men and all . . . .” He trails off, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Funny. Real funny.”

“To answer your question, though.” He reaches out, running a finger down the middle of my tank, drawing a line between my breasts. “No, I’m not like this with all the girls. Only the interestin’ ones.”

“Glad I pique your curiosity then,” I sass back, stepping out of reach. “I think I’ll pass on the shower though; might keep you away from me on the trip home if I stay stinky.”

“Don’t pretend that’s what you want.”

“I’m not.” He frowns as I retreat toward the door. “Just think it could be hazardous to your riding if you were preoccupied with other things.” Palms either side of the girls, I give my cleavage a boost, blowing him a kiss on my way out the door.

His growl follows me down the corridor.

Balance of power—restored.