Regina folded her arms across her chest, glaring out the window as the city blurred past in streaks of gold and red. The car smelled like expensive leather and Daniel's cologne smelled something dark, crisp, and entirely too familiar. It irritated her. Everything about him irritated her.
Mostly, the fact that his lips had been on hers barely fifteen minutes ago.
Daniel sat beside her, composed, one arm lazily draped over the seat, legs crossed as if they weren't stuck in the most suffocating silence imaginable. If she looked close enough, she could still see the smudge of her lipstick at the corner of his mouth.
The bastard wasn't even trying to wipe it off.
Regina clenched his jacket, still draped over her lap. before tossing it aside with a scowl. That make out session ended when his laptop fell off his desk and he stopped sucking on her clit.
He didn't even let her reach orgasm.
