I still did not look at Marcus as he drove, himself behind the wheel, back to the mansion. Instead, I dug my eyes into the stalks of dark trees as the balmy humidity brushes against my cheeks in the fast speed of his Hummer.
I’m very glad I am wearing a bra right now because the ricochet rotation of his hummer over the dangerous unkept road is bouncing my entire body as well as my breasts. They are Double D’s and hard to support on their own anyway. I am really hoping that he is driving that fast out of aggravation and not to have that visual effect on my body.
“You are not one of my servants, as I have already told you. So, I do not wish to give you any order. Staying out into the middle of the night, however, is also unacceptable….” he began to say.
The sarcasm was gone, a
