Say I love you

10

- Where are we going? I ask as I take a passenger seat in his black Ferrari."Home," he replied nonchalantly to my question about our destination. My reaction was immediate, shaking my head emphatically. "Out of the question," I replied, feeling my heart beat a little faster at his disconcerting assurance.A light laugh escaped his lips as he sank into his seat, his hands resting carelessly on the steering wheel. Despite his detached demeanor, his eyes fixed on my bare thigh betray a burning intensity. "You're my next-door neighbor, I'll have you know. I couldn't do anything to you even if I wanted to," he declares, his suave voice echoing in the car's cabin.His words resonate within me, mixing provocation and temptation. I feel a shiver run through me as I challenge him with my gaze. "Just because we're neighbors doesn't mean you can't hurt me," I retort, my words charged with a palpable tension between us.- You can get out if you want, Kimberly, but last time I checked, I'm not holding a gun to your head to force you into my car.I hesitate for a moment, but eventually relax and sink into my seat, watching the man in front of me with a touch of apprehension. His voice, imbued with a disconcerting assurance, echoes in the tension-laden air."Do you like sushi?" he chuckles, a smirk gracing his seductive lips.I frown, intrigued by his question. "No, why?"He raises an eyebrow, as if amused by my answer. "It's just that all the girls I dated loved it."A wry smile spreads across my face. "Just one more thing that proves you'll never get me into bed."He tilts his head to the side, his eyes scrutinizing every detail of my face. "I particularly like a challenge."I raise an eyebrow, defiant. "Ah, so I'm a challenge to you?"A satisfied sneer stretches his lips as his eyes slide over my lips. "Let's just say I have a weakness for false prudes."I squint, bewildered by his assurance. "What's that got to do with me?"His burning gaze settles on me, a smirk still hanging on his lips. "Last night, you were watching Jordan with an unhealthy curiosity. You didn't seem like the prude you are now."I frown, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I wasn't spying on them!"He lets out a casual chuckle. "Bullshit."His suave voice echoes in the car's cabin as he gives me his eternally arrogant, casual stare that pierces through me, causing me to feel a mixture of fascination and irritation.With a nonchalant movement, he leans towards me in his seat, provoking in me an instinctive reaction of withdrawal. His voice, tinged with seduction, echoes in my ears with disconcerting assurance."Relax, I was just going to buckle you up," he intones in a sexy, provocative tone. His gestures are fluid, imbued with an insolent confidence that annoys me as much as it attracts me.As he fastens my belt, his scrutinizing gaze never leaving mine, I still find it hard to believe that you can seduce without doing anything in particular. Because let's face it, even if I don't particularly like him, he's downright seductive. He could easily have got my knickers wet if I wasn't in love with his best friend.Once the belt is fastened, he sits back down with disconcerting ease, turning on the ignition. Just as he's ready to press the gearshift, his hand brushes against my thigh, and I know it's deliberate, but even so an electric shiver runs through my body, leaving me unsettled. I mentally curse my reaction to his touch, aware of how dangerous this magnetic, forbidden attraction is.I love Jordan, but I'm just sexually attracted to his best friend," I repeated to myself inwardly, trying to clear my conscience.- Why are we going to your place?- I'm going to change, and then ... He pauses for a moment, as if searching for the right words, then continues in the same tone: - You wanted some advice, didn't you?I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head: - If I needed advice, I'd have asked someone else.- But that's why you're following me," he says, responding to my disbelief and horrified expression. There's something you need to know about Jordan.- What's that?" I asked, watching him with interest.- He likes experienced girls, and if you're as uptight as you are, I wouldn't be surprised if you ran away just because he snogged you.I roll my eyes exaggeratedly at his disparaging comment, flashing a casual smile. He doesn't know me and I'm not uptight like he claims:- I'm neither prudish nor uptight.He chuckles as he looks me up and down, a nonchalant look on his face: - In that case, I suppose it's just a matter of hitting just the right spot to bring out the tigress in you?I see the implication, but I feign ignorance and ask her enigmatically: - What makes you say that?- You know, you seem to have a good heart...- So what?- So let me do the typing.I almost choke on my saliva, the words are so violent, and he notices very well indeed, but his "I don't give a damn" attitude remains intact. I'm definitely not that perverse.