Rich Prick – Tijan Page 0,17

a good day. But Owen had always loved the stupid little pizzas and hot dogs, so who I was to turn up my nose?

“Yeah! I hear ya. I’ll grab some—”

Crash.

Chest.

Hard chest.

“Oh, shit.”

Hands came to my arms, steadying me.

I rocked back, blinking, dazed at whatever had just happened. It happened fast.

“Hey.”

I stared up at concerned brown eyes, and a zing of lust seared me before I cleared my thoughts. That’s when the burn of the coffee filtered through, and I opened my mouth.

A bloodcurdling scream came out.

“AHHH!”

I was burning.

My skin was melting.

I could feel the sizzle.

“Oh!” Blaise seemed to realize what was happening. He looked at my chest. “Shit! SHIT!” He grabbed my arm and dragged me through the gas station and into the men’s bathroom.

“Ah! Not—”

“Shut it,” he snapped as he turned the faucet on.

After that, I had no idea what was happening.

He ripped my shirt off. Literally. He grabbed the collar with both hands and tore it apart. Water was poured on me. I gasped, but it started to help. After that, he pressed wet towels over my breasts and down my entire front.

With a curse, Blaise took inventory. Some of the coffee had gotten to my pants. He went for my front button, but I caught his hands just in time.

“I got it.”

“But—” His eyes went to mine, and he stilled.

But there wasn’t anything in his face except concern and horror.

I blamed the haphazardness of the situation for what I did next, because if I’d been in my right mind, I would’ve pissed my pants just thinking about what I did. And that was, I cupped the sides of his face and lifted up on my tiptoes. My head angled as I zeroed in, and then my lips were on his.

Oooh. Oh!

Hmmm.

My lust amped up tenfold, and a buzz roared through my body.

I started to pull back, but he didn’t allow it. His hands were on my face, and his mouth was on mine. He was demanding, pressing hard.

And whoa!

That first kiss had been a lot, but this one set me ablaze. An inferno started in my body, and I knew it had nothing to do with the third-degree coffee burns.

Holy cabana manna, this was—I’d never been kissed like this.

The door opened. “Dude? Wha—”

Blaise shifted. The door shut, and he moved us back. I felt him reaching to lock the door, and then he pressed me against it and his hands were on me.

His hands stroked my stomach, over my skin, and I had enough foresight to gasp for air as his fingers reached under my bra. I had a split-second warning before his mouth was back on mine. He popped the cups of my bra up, and his thumbs rubbed over my nipples.

I jumped as if he’d taken a live wire to me. I could almost hear the spark in the air, and my whole body washed over with pleasure.

I moaned, opening under his mouth, for him. His tongue claimed me, and I was lost after that. I’d like to think I’d been thinking during the first few minutes of our make-out, but when his tongue touched mine. I was done.

I was gone.

He could do whatever he wanted.

“Dude!” There was a pounding at the door.

Blaise ripped his mouth from mine, cursed, and shouted back, “It’s busy!”

He’d turned back to me when his friend pounded on the door again. “Manager is coming. Get your girl covered.”

The words penetrated our lust, and Blaise cursed under his breath. After that, it was a race. I had no shirt, so as I put my bra back in place, he tore his off and flung it at me. When I didn’t catch it, he cursed and scooped it up. He pulled it over my head.

My arms shot through the sleeves, and he pushed me to the back stall. I had a glimpse of him raking his hand through his hair as he slammed the door shut, and I heard a key in the bathroom door.

This was so embarrassing. So embarrassing!

Blaise coughed, just as the door opened.

“Is there a problem in here?” a man asked.

“What? No problem.”

Someone snorted.

Blaise’s voice was strained. “I, uh, had a run-in with someone. Got coffee spilled on me. I was trying to stop the burn, you know?”

“Oh!” The man’s voice changed. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. All good.”

Another snort.

“Well, are you…” A squeak of a shoe on the floor. The manager’s voice sounded closer, “Are you alone?”

Blaise coughed.

The snort guy said loudly, “Holy fuck! I think someone’s trying to