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it gets.”
    I instinctively try to squeeze my legs together, but he holds my ankle firm and places one of his strong, meaty hands between my knees.
    “No,” he growls.  “Leave them.  One day, they’re gonna be spread nice and wide for me, showing me that glorious pussy and your clit will be swollen, begging for me to suck it into my mouth and make you come all over my face.”
    “Enough,” I shout, unable to take any more of his delicious verbal torture.
    “I can see your nipples from here, straining against your shirt.  You gettin’ hot, baby?  I can see the pink on your cheeks from here.”
    I quickly reach up and flick the interior light off, enveloping us in darkness.  My hand comes up and I feel how hot my face is.
    Pink?  More like raging red. How mortifying!
    “Okay, okay!  I’ll fucking tell you.”  I glance around, hoping to waste time.  Gee, it’s really fogged up in here!  I can’t even see outside anymore.
    “Willa.”  His warning is growled.
    I look back to him, resigned.  He really is handsome, even when he’s being a demanding bastard, intruding in on things he knows nothing about and has no business inserting himself in.  Still, even as annoyed as I am with him, I can still appreciate his beauty. 
    “I’m just in a position I don’t see a way out of, okay?” I assert.  “I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do.”  I end in a huff, throwing my arms up in the air, thoroughly defeated.
    “What kind of situation?”  His tone is hard, and I bet if I risked a look at him, I’d see those gorgeous brown eyes narrowed and inquisitive. 
    I shrug.  “Just a problem that has me backed into a corner.  The kind of problem that won’t go away unless I do something I’m not prepared to do, or I give something I just don’t have,” I evade.
    “Stop playing fuckin’ games, Willa,” he growls, the energy in the vehicle turning electric with the angry waves rolling off him.
    “I’m not,” I snap.
    “You’re talking in fuckin’ riddles,” he rumbles, talking over me.
    “Fuck!” I shout.  “I have to come up with sixty grand or become a fucking sex slave, okay?  Jesus!”  I yell it so loudly I’m sure the other side of town heard but I’m just so mad.  I’m angry, I’m hurt, I’m confused, and goddammit , I don’t see a way out and it’s frustrating and fucking petrifying.  My heart is hammering in my chest and beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. 
    Suddenly it’s really, really hot in here – and not the enjoyable kind of hot it was five minutes ago.  Oh no, this kind of hot is the hot you feel right before you pass out because you’re so stressed and exhausted.  The bad kind of hot.
    “Hey, hey, hey.” Oak’s voice fills my ears, but it sounds muffled, far away.  The only thing I can hear is my rapid breathing and my even faster heartbeat.  “Calm down, Willa, yeah?  Calm down, girl,” he says softly.  His voice soothes me and I take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out slowly.
    “Sorry,” I mumble.
    “Now, repeat what you just said, and give me more information.”  He’s trying to remain calm, keeping his voice quiet and level, but the animosity in the car just cranked up to suffocating and the only break in the silence is the grinding of his teeth.
    Shit.
    “Before I do that, Oak, I need you to promise that you won’t go making a deal out of this and running your mouth to my brother.”
    “Can’t make that promise, Willa.”
    Double shit.
    “Well, could you at least attempt to make that promise?  Maybe negotiate the terms a little?  Give me something ?”
    “Just. Spit. It. Out,” he growls.
    Triple, quadruple, mega fucksticks, shit.
    “A man came by my place the other day.  He said my parents had a debt with him and since they hadn’t been able to settle it, he’d killed them.  He said I could either pay back the amount they owed, sixty thousand dollars.” I pause to swallow hard.
    “Or I could