Chapter 28: 27 - I’m all for sex
I came out of the Davidson home to find Masked Idiot casually leaning on the hood of my car, looking
much like a model at photoshoot. The sunshades and leather jacket worked magic for him
I faltered mid stride, unsure of how to proceed.
Thanks to Parker, I now knew for a fact he wasn’t a criminal. Quite the opposite, a Fed. A criminal, I
could handle. A Fed, I wasn’t sure what to do it especially since he couldn’t know I knew. Outing Parker
for revealing confidential information was off the table.
I decided to be sé and quickly sent up a prayer so it wouldn’te off weird.
“What’s the asion?” I asked, gesturing to his outfit and pose.
It was a safe neutral conversation starter. So far so good.
“Why, hello to you too,” he drawled sarcastically, straightening to his full height.
I waved it off.
“I’m not entirely sure where etiquette stands on stalkers but it definitely isn’t exchanging greetings like
close friends,” I countered, elbowing him out of the way so I could get to the driver side door of the car.
I was really nailing it.
His bike was nowhere in sight. I interpreted it to mean he’d be hitching a ride with me. While I wasn’t in
danger of letting it slip that I knew he was a Fed, I still didn’t think spending more time than necessary
in his presence was a good idea. In some ways, being a Fed was worse than being a criminal. A
criminal, I could easily deny and everyone would believe me. A Fed, not so much. More so now, with
my mom still away. If my dad got wind of this...
I shuddered.
“Someone’s grumpy,” he muttered under his breath, crossing over to the passenger side of the car.
“What’s up?” I asked as he settled in the front seat.
Anything to distract myself from the gruesome thought.
“Nothing.”
“Where are youing from?” I probed.
“Why do you ask?” distrust coated his tone.
“You’re dressed nicer than usual,” I replied, realizing that the question had probably sounded invasive
to him even though I hadn’t meant it to be. I gestured to his outfit, sparing him a cursory nce before
returning my gaze to the rear-view mirror as I backed on to the road. “Why?”
“I had a date.”
It was all I could do to not physically react to the reminder. In light of the new revtion that he was a
Fed, I hadpletely forgotten the fact that he had a girlfriend. I had instantly penned him down as a
lone wolf, like Parker the only other actual agent I knew. The idea of a date -much less a girlfriend-
seemed preposterous now. It was stupid of me to forget that he had a one though. I was supposed to
be constantly alert and on my toes, and not forgetting important things like a girlfriend. I could kick
myself.
I snuck a nce at his profile. Judging from his expression, it seemed the ‘date’ had gone awry.
“Ah.” I nodded emphatically, covering up my mistake. “With the infamous girlfriend, yeah? What was
her name again?”
“Tammy,” he supplied.
“Tammy,” I echoed, silently wondering why I didn’t know any Tammys just like I didn’t know any Ellies.
Why couldn’t he have been dating a girl I knew? It would’ve saved both of us much from the to-trust-or-
not-to-trust rollercoaster. I wasn’t asking for much, just someone to vouch for my character and
persuade him toy off. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Where are we going anyway?” he asked, an awkward beat of silenceter.
The question drew my attention back to the problems at hand and off him and his rtionship drama.
“Olly took our mom’s car out since she’s away and now it won’t start,” I grumbled, irritation clear in my
tone and on my face as I roughly cut off a minivan, ignoring the angry honk that came from it. “I can’t
believe she did something so stupid!”
“Spoiling your mom’s car is a bad move but she couldn’t have meant to,” he interceded on Olly’s
behalf.
I could feel his gaze on my profile and could pretty much hear the ‘it was just a mistake. Why are you
being extra?’ on his lips.
I scowled, massaging the bridge of my nose.
“My mom never signed off her touching the car. I barely get away with using mine. I mean, she still
checks my car to make sure I’m not driving recklessly. But now that the cat’s away, my stupid stupid
sister decided it was time to y.”
I huffed, annoyed disbelief on my face.
“Stupidly,” I added, in case it wasn’t already clear.
He nodded slowly, holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.
“I covered for her with the sleepover and now she pulls this?” I hissed, impatiently honking at the car
ahead of me. “She didn’t even tell me before taking the car out.”
I really wanted to p some sense -and restraint while I was at it- into Olly. Did she really have no
limits?
“Hmmm,” Masked Idiot hummed, trying to avoid any figurativendmines.
Fortunately, I didn’t need much of a response to keep me going. I was riled up enough to go on for
hours with just the asional ‘hmms’ and ‘ahs’.
“Exactly.” My eyes shed with barely leashed anger. “And I’m expected to just swoop in and fix it.”
“Oh.” He nodded slowly, seeming to digest the news. “You definitely have a reason to be pissed.”
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“I know! And to top it off, I was called in for an impromptu prommittee meeting. Apparently the
caterer for the semi-formal cancelled and I have to fix it,” I went on passionately, seamlessly sliding into
rant mode,pletely forgetting that I was supposed to be on my guard.
“Never mind that I’m not the president, the vice or even the secretary. My position is purely honorary
but I’m supposedly ‘a key member’.” I scoffed. “So I have to be present for important decisions. Never
mind that I’m only there to, literally, thwart any efforts to give me an award. I didn’t sign up for this. I
mean ‘key member?’ Seriously?”
By the time I finished, my voice was several octaves higher and I was brimming with anger. Ian,
fortunately, had enough sense to keep his mouth shut and his expression neutral.
“Can’t people just be morepetent?” I pped down on my horn, aggressively overtaking the sedan
in front of me. “Depend on me less? It can’t be that hard.”
“Hey. You can do this.” He shed me an encouraging smile. “You’ll breeze in, do your thing and have it
all fixed in minutes. I’ve seen you fix problems like they were no more than hups at the library all the
time.”
“That’s not the point,” I ground out. “I know I can. I don’t want to.”
“Really? Because you always gloat to me afterward.” He scrunched up his face, tilting his head to the
side.
“Fine,” I conceded, shing him an annoyed re. “I may enjoy being superwoman once in a while but
not all the time. Not when it takes away from my downtime. I shouldn’t be obligated to solve people’s
problems all the time.”
Of course as soon as I realized how pitiful it sounded if you stripped way the anger backing it, I
shrugged and pped on a cheeky smile like it was supposed to be a joke. Like I was fanning the
mes of my pride.
“Superwoman? Really?” He arched a brow, thankfully ignoring thetter part.
I couldn’t tell if he was deliberately helping me save face or if it had actually gone over his head. His
tone, however, screamed, ‘You’re getting ahead yourself.’
I was grateful for the life jacket regardless of where it may have originated from.
“You’re right,” I agreed, biting my lip to keep my smile in check. “I don’t wear sses. Wonder woman
is a better fit. She’s from an exotic race,” I fluffed my curls meaningfully, “doesn’t wear sses or
spandex and mostly importantly, doesn’t wear masks.” I finished with a pointed look in his direction.
“That was not where I was heading and you know it.” He rolled his eyes. “And how else would you
suggest I keep my identity secret?”
“I’d suggest you not engage in illegal hormone-driven activities that require you to keep your identity
secret in the first ce.”
“Boxing isn’t hormone-driven. Do you have any idea how much effort goes into training?”
“Semantics.” I waved his argument off with a flick of my wrist. “How do you suppose fighting came
about? The first person who threw a punch? Do you think it happened as a calcted purely
intellectual act?”
He scowled, folding his arms across his torso.
“Of course not,” I continued. “Whoever it was, did it as a hormone-driven act. Pure and simple.”
He shook his head with two parts exasperation and one part indignation.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said. “If you’re condemning all hormonal acts then you’re also saying you’re
against sex.”
I almost smiled. That had to be worst counterargument he could have gone with. Off the top of my
head, I coulde up with ten stronger arguments. The topic was wholly in his favor. Any proper
debater would’ve hit me with the rebuttal that pretty much everything evolved from a hormone driven
stimuli.
“For starters,” I began, smiling inwardly at the knowledge that I was going to crush his defense. “You’re
just trying to manipte me into acknowledging your weak point. It is uneptable, just so you know.
Secondly, I’m not denying the fact that sex is a hormone-driven exercise. The only difference is, you
don’t see people going around iming sex is an intellectual activity. If you want to deny fighting for
what it really is, fine but don’t expect me to stick my head in the sand with you.”
I couldn’t help but smirk as a scowl took hold of his features.
“Andstly,” I snickered, unable to help myself, “I have nothing against sex. I’m all for it.”
“I’m never gonna win with you.” He heaved a sigh.
“I don’t know why you still try.” I shook my head.
“d you’re feeling better,” he grumbled.
Sarcasm colored his tone.
“We’re here,” I announced, scowling as I pulled up next to a -color me so fucking shocked- small shop
with a neon sign advertising it as a tattoo parlor.
Masked Idiot’s head whipped towards me so fast it was a surprise he didn’t sprain anything. His
expression was full of horrified amusement. I could already hear his thoughts going, ''and I''m supposed
to believe you''re a squeaky cleanw abiding student?''
“Don’t say it,” I ground out, mentallying to the decision that it was high time I killed Olly. The heck
is she doing at a tattoo parlor?