Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

. Layla’s pov

Everyone knew Tyler Wood was extremely wealthy and that may very well be the reason he was seeming to always be so cocky. He always walked with his head held high, which was to be expected given the guy’s ego. So it didn’t quite shock me when his car turned out to be black Bugatti. I could just smell his cockiness from here.

I opened the door, my breaths coming in short puffs as the cold seeps into my bones, the rain getting to me, I was drenched from head to toe. My hair sticking to my clinging shirt with some strands kissing my face.

Settling on the seat slowly, admittedly afraid to wet his seat but seeing as Tyler was also drenched from head to toe made me think it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

So I plopped down and began fixing the seat belt around me quickly and securely.

The car feels oddly small now that the doors were shut and he was but just a few inches away from me. Despite being very uncomfortable being this close to him I kept my gaze forward regardless of the intensity of his stare on my face.

He could very well burn an entire hole in the side of my face with a stare like that.

” You write,” He says, his tone mild with shock but mostly with intrigue.

I froze, literally froze with my heart dropping. I was praying he’d not bring that up. Hoping he’d forget everything he read. It was humiliating enough that I threw up on him earlier. I didn’t want to be reminded that he saw something he shouldn’t have and I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it, especially with him.

But I guess the universe was out to get me today.

Not wanting to converse with him about something so private, I decided to put my few drama classes to use and pretended I hadn’t heard him. He’d just leave me alone if I ignore him right?

I pressed my lips together as I removed my glasses so I could clean them with my wet shirt. I could feel his eyes on my every move. Feeling unnerved by his stare, I put them back on all the while keeping my gaze away from him.

it will work. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my glasses

Tyler snorts and then placed my broken laptop on top of my bag that I had placed on my lap. I stiffen,

swallowed, tearing my

like he had

to mock me or actually start driving? Some people have things

not. In fact, I didn’t know

don’t face him to see his reaction to my words. I can’t care how he feels right now. He now knew I wrote sex scenes, which was personal

I was Laikiss, the best erotica writer

my words to heart since he answered quickly. “I wasn’t mocking you. Those were

surprised bly how close his face was to me. Our eyes connected and I refrain from tearing mine away by how

want to give him the

even know about writing?” I

he critique my work based on a few

up to my eyes. I try to pretend that his actions didn’t unnerve me. But I couldn’t lie that my

scripts give me more feeling than what

Wood was an

had he ever been an ass to me before. Although to be fair, he never

and looks at me apologetically. “Look sorry. But since you’re a writer you need

to make that author get better or tell them politely that the book didn’t live up to

cup of tea. It was just upsetting for people to use it