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second.” She can’t say it with any conviction. I think she likes it. Her confusion amuses me beyond words. She doesn’t put her hand on my hand to try to remove it. She’s not moving away at all.
    Finally, she knows who dictates the rules here.
    I release her hardened nipple, glaring at her. It takes a lot of focus not to stare at her naked body but I manage to keep my eyes locked on hers by some miracle. I’m not a pervert and I’m not a sex fiend. I knew she was only doing this to test me, to weaken me.
    “I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass red,” I tell her, “but it’s the holidays and I’d like to be home before Christmas Eve.”
    “You’re such a fucking asshole,” she says, still confused.
    “I’d be much cooler if we could get going.”
    “Wait, why Christmas Eve? Why can’t we be home today? You didn’t fly here? We’re actually driving all the way back?”
    “Do I look like a bird to you?” I say, turning my face away. I can’t believe she’s already acting like nothing’s happened. Quick recovery. She’s tougher than I thought. “Get dressed,” I tell her. “No more of your delay tactics.”
    I can hear how she slides her arms through the sleeves of her sweater.
    “You better hope I never mention your tactics, you Neanderthal.”
    She won’t. Despite all her rich girl drama, she has a sense of occasion. She knows she brought that on herself. Play with fire and you’ll get pinched.
    The minute we get back home I’ll need a day off, far away from Tris.

Chapter 6
    Trista
    O h my god, that just happened. I have no idea how to process this. Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for Tanner’s rough fingers on my sensitive nipple. I’m sure he thinks I was asking for it. I would be furious if I wasn’t so turned on. I’m actually hoping for more
    What the hell is wrong with me? As soon as I’m dressed and my suitcase is packed, he nudges me to the door. It’s already getting dark. The snow falls like a dream. It seems to be falling even faster under the street lights.
    “Are you sure it’s safe to drive in this blizzard?” I ask him when he takes me to his SUV.
    “A blizzard? I forget how sheltered you’ve been. This is just regular snowfall.” He won’t even look at me. He’s too busy cleaning his mirror and checking his tires.
    “There’s nothing regular about this,” I say. “It’s kind of magical.”
    He finally gives me a small brow furrowing. “Sure. You think that because you’re a pure southern California breed. You’ve had no exposure to the seasons or standard weather changes.”
    “Great, just keep insulting me. I’d prefer to hate you as much as possible.”
    “Your feelings for me are irrelevant,” he says, opening the passenger door. “You must do whatever I command while you’re within my jurisdiction.”
    “Jurisdiction? You have none. You’re such a dick.”
    “Said the weakling,” he says, pushing my shoulder down to get me in the car.
    Do you really call a girl a weakling? Challenging him right now has absolutely no benefit, but I can’t help myself. “Someday my father will kick the bucket and I’ll be your boss. I’d like to see how cocky you are then.”
    “What you call cockiness, I call nerve. If you are in charge, my nerve will be the only thing to keep you from the wolves.”
    I laugh. “The wolves? Your imagination is absolutely childlike.”
    “When you talk to a child,” he says, “you talk this way.”
    “You’re not cool,” I say, tiring of his constant condescension.
    “Honestly, if the old man dies, it’ll be the last you’ll see of me.”
    “Really? So much for your legendary loyalty. Typical bullshit.”
    “Thought you’d be thrilled to see me go,” he says with a wink before he eases the car forward through fresh snow and out onto a narrow road.
     
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Tanner
    I’m pushing her as hard as I can, button after button. A smart college girl like her always needs to feel in