Resentment(42)

I take it and crumple it, throwing it into the backseat. “Fuck you, Dean.”

“What did you just say?”

“I said, Fuck you.” I cross my arms.

“Okay.” He steps back. “Get out of the car.”

“What?” My heart drops.

“Are you having a hearing problem today, Mia?” My name sounds bitter on his lips. “I ordered you to get out of the car.”

“No...” I remain seated, shaking my head.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” He clenches his jaw, yanking my door wide open. “Get out of the goddamn car.”

Without thinking, I unbuckle my seatbelt and slip out of the car, slowly standing before him.

“This is ridiculous,” I say, unsure of what to feel right now. “Are you really going to arrest me? Do you really have no better way to spend your day? And who the hell made you a cop?”

“You know,” he says writing on his pad, “I could arrest you for a number of things right now, with failure to pull over being at the top of the list. I was clearly chasing you and you sped up. You switched lanes twice. You keep talking and I’m going to take you in,” he says, looking me in the eye.

I stay quiet.

“Are you saying something?” he asks, gently grabbing me, pushing my back against the car so we’re face to face. “Are you implying that I need to call for backup and have them search you for something?”

“No.”

“Because if you’re saying something and want me to search you, just let me know.”

My hands ball to fist at my sides and my breathing speeds up. I’m seconds away from pushing him, but he steps even closer to me, closing the gap between us.

His face softens for a split second, and it looks as if he’s about to apologize, but the hardness in his eyes quickly returns. He puts on his shades and hands me a new ticket for an offense I’m pretty sure he made up.

“Now,” he says smirking, and taking a step back. “Have a nice day and a safe drive home, Miss Gray.”

I almost throw up the middle finger and curse at him, but I get back into the car and simply watch him return to his car in my rearview mirror.

“You can pull off, Ma’am!” He calls out over his car’s speakers. “Now. Unless you want another ticket for unnecessarily blocking the emergency lane.”

UGHHHH....Fucking asshole!

I crank the engine and immediately pull off, driving the rest of the way in silence – three miles below the speed limit.





Chapter 16


MIA

With all of the amazing inventions in the world, I am shocked that someone brilliant hasn’t yet invented “Anti-Asshole Spray.” It should be kind of like personal bug spray, but it should smell much better: You spray yourself with it, wait for it to dry, and for twelve hours, you are less susceptible to any asshole who may approach. This includes coworkers you don’t like; ex-boyfriends who can’t seem to get the hint; and a roommate/police officer who nearly has you arrested one day, and is currently standing in your kitchen and acting as if he’s not eating the last of your Pop-Tarts the next.

“Did you buy those Pop-Tarts, Dean?” I ask, venom in my voice. I would tell him thanks for canceling those dumb-ass tickets he gave me mere minutes after he issued them, but since they were dumb in the first place, I’ll act as if I know nothing about it.

“I’m not sure,” he says. “I don’t keep a running log of the groceries I buy.”

“Well, I do. I keep a running log of the groceries I buy, and that Pop-Tart that’s currently lodged in your mouth? I bought that.”

“Good to know.” He smirks.

“No, it is not good to know. It’s good for you to stop touching my food and my things. You know you didn’t buy those, so you shouldn’t be putting your hands on anything that doesn’t belong to you from here on out. Or else.”

“Or else, what?” He crumples the wrapper and tosses it into the trash.

“Or else...” I just realize that he’s only wearing a towel around his waist, that water is dropping from his wet hair and down to his chest.

“Or else what, Mia?” His towel falls to the floor and he leans against the counter, letting me get a full view of his cock. It’s erect, and it’s still as big as I remember, and my body is currently betraying me by getting aroused.

I shake my head and our eyes meet briefly before I grab my backpack and rush out of the condo.

This is so not going to work...This is so not going to work...

Later that day, I find a secluded spot in a coffee shop and continue to fill out job applications. I have two more weeks before I’ll have to cave in and apply to a job that deals with my degree, just so I can earn money for a while, but I’m not giving up hope on a gallery.