20: Hot Jerk
He paces towards the passenger seat and hops in while I still gape at him.
He wears the seatbelt and asks,” I hope you are going to the hotel, Right?”
I nod and start the car, trying to focus. Something is odd. He is distracting me. What is it? His clothes, or is it his voice?
It’s smooth. Too smooth. I feel a heat rush through my body.
What the hell is wrong with me? I think to myself as I turn the AC up.
It’s inappropriate. M made out with me barely an hour ago on that damn balcony. Am I still feeling horny after that encounter and this jerk has nothing to do with it?
I am behaving like a stupid slut. Just like Nikkie said.
Fuck.
I take a deep breath and turn the radio on.
“Not much of a talker, I guess,” he mutters.
“What were you doin
