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Damaged goods

... casual inquisitor, all the while showing only vague signs of interest. That maddened her sort. The strong ones like her, accustomed to attention and believing she was God's gift, needed constant reassurance to appease the nagging voice in the back of her head that she wasn't good enough. To deny her that basic need fed her insecurities. Absolutely textbook. The trick was to keep her thinking she was – or could be – in control. To gently knock her back a peg and watch her scrambling for a position of superiority. Then give her nowhere to go but down. Down. Down. Ryan glanced over at her. "Prove me wrong then. Convince me. When have you ever done anything naughty? And I don't mean living on the edge by mixing your darks and whites in the washing machine." Clearly incensed by the notion that she was either predictable or a slave to household appliances, she thought for a few moments. Then her eyes twinkled. "How about a demonstration?" "Interesting. But you wouldn't dare." "Sure about that?" "Hundred percent." She checked behind for cars, then straightened in her seat so the only parts of her body touching the dark blue upholstery were her shoulders. Wriggling, she shucked her knickers down her legs, balled them up, opened the window and threw them out, nonchalantly closing the window after them. "So what do you think of my type now, hotshot?" Ryan feigned surprise, somersaulting inside that his gamble had paid off. "I think it's a waste of perfectly good underwear." "They ...

... chafe. He bought them for me anyway." "Then I think maybe I have you all wrong." "I think maybe you do." Once more, she returned to looking out of the window and stiffened as they pulled off the main road. Ryan noticed. The realisation she was close to home and her boyfriend was probably there, ahead of them. "You ok?" "Yeah. But I can't face him. Not yet. He needs time to cool off, or..." Ryan didn't want to know exactly where that train of thought might lead, but noted the unfinished sentence and pained look. She was probably the sort who liked the rough stuff and went back for more. "Where do you want me to take you then?" Carefully chosen words. Implied togetherness, but open enough that it could mean somewhere to leave her. "Anywhere. Just drop me somewhere here and I'll find a place to hole up." "You sure?" "Yeah, you've done more than enough already. Thanks for being a gentleman and restoring my faith in men. At least a little." Ryan tipped his imaginary hat, indicated and slowed the car. "One does what one can, ma'am." If only she knew the half of it. The conquests. The one night stands borne from opportunistic half-chances far slimmer than this one. The erotic screams of every notch on his bedpost indelibly marked in his brain. And her, Melody Kramer, inches from him without underwear. Primed. His cock stirred. "Look, do you want me to go with you? Try and smooth things over with him. Safety in numbers and all that." He knew that would incense her. The colour drained from ...