Illegal My Ass

CHAPTER 5

"Do you always hide in dark shadows and spy on people?" She questioned sweetly.

I smirked.

"No, not always, only when I think it's going to lead to something enjoyable."

She raised her brows at me curiously.

"And?"

"That was definitely enjoyable."

I grinned at her, and I saw an amused look on her face.

"I liked the whole Dora the explorer metaphor. It really showed versatility."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Holy Crap, versatility? That's a big word for you, Drake."

I froze and the smirk dropped from my face.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned, staring at her wearingly.

A devious smile came to her lips as she took another step towards me, so close now she lifted her hand and placed it on my chest, looking up at me with those big brown eyes that made me almost forget I was trying to figure out how this stranger knew who I was.

"Don't you remember baby?" She asked, her voice sounding hurt.

"That night we had? I do. I think about it every day."

Her hand trailed down my torso slowly, her eyes following the movement of her hand on my chest while that smile was still on her lips.

"...the images keep replaying in my head, especially when I'm in bed, alone.." her voice was low, filled with seduction.

I think by this point I barely knew my own name, so I didn't give a s**t if she did or not. No blood was up north right now, that's for sure.

"I've waited for you. While you were inside, I waited for you."

I didn't remember sleeping with this girl, which was odd because, considering the reaction I was having right now, I was sure as hell it was something I wouldn't forget.

Her index finger slipped into the hem of my jeans and she ran it along my skin softly.

I swallowed hard. "You have?"

"Of course I have.." Her voice was so sexy right now.

The corner of her mouth twitched as she pulled me a little closer towards her with her index finger in my jeans. She stood on her toes so her mouth was mere inches away from mine. Her hand went to the back of my neck as her breath hit my face, making my eyes close at just how turned on I was.

Her lips were next to my ear.

"I've done nothing but wait for you...Drippy Drake."

My eyes shot open like someone had just jabbed me with firepower and I looked down at the smirking brunette, watching her laugh as she saw my reaction and stepped away from me. All seduction and mild erection from seconds ago were completely gone by now.

"What's up Drippy, you look a little shocked?" She asked, trying to hold back laughter.

"Or did you pee your pants from the excitement of seeing such an old friend?"

I knew the b***h was having a dig at me, the fact she was pressing her lips together to hold back laughter proved that. She was the only one who ever called me Drippy Drake...

"Mia?" I asked, not really needing it to be confirmed as I was pretty sure, but the shock of actually believing this smokin' hot beauty in front of me was in fact Nate's late bloomer of a little sister was quite hard for me to get my head around.

I mean...Wow.

When I last saw her she must have been around 14, all pony tail and spotty face considering she was going through that phase.

She never used to bother with make-up, as far as I remember, and if we even mentioned the word 'dress' in front of her she would stare at you like you had just pointed a gun at her face.

The girl in front of me was nothing like I remember.

This one looked like a woman, not a 16-year-old girl. At first I thought she was my age. Considering the fact that she is at a club, she should be my age actually.

Which brings me to my next point...

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home watching my little pony instead of being out where adults are doing scary things like drinking and rubbing up against each other?" I asked her patronizingly.

She didn't even flinch.

"That's the beauty of being a b***h at school and having nerds at your every beck and call, such as making you a cracker of a fake ID. Shouldn't you be getting molested by your cellmate?"

Okay, I take back my previous statement; this girl was a little more like the one that I remember.

A mouthy b***h who liked to get on my nerves and spend her days taking the piss out of me.

The packaging was upgraded, but the content is still the same.

"Nope, released for good behavior," she scoffed.

"You? Good behavior? That's rich."

"I know, normally I'm such a bad boy. Want me to show you?" I smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Please, just cos I've grown a pair of boobs and started putting make-up on does not give you the go ahead to make passes at me."

"You're right it doesn't, the fact that you've finally hit 16 and are the legal age of consent does." I replied without a hesitation, the grin getting bigger on my face as I finally remembered just how much I enjoyed getting into arguments with this little madam.

Only this madam wasn't so little anymore.

She was the girl who almost gave me a hard on.

Twice.