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large chain link fence surrounds the lot and since the gates are open, I drive through.  My window is down and I hear the gravel crunching as my tires slowly roll over it.
    One of the Prospects, Jed, I think his name is, comes out and walks toward the car, so I stop and smile tightly at him.
    “What can I do for you, Willa?”
    “I’m here to see Oak.  I won’t stay long.”
    “You’re not supposed to be here.”
    “I’m aware,” I reply dryly.
    He holds his finger up and pulls his cell from his top pocket.  Flipping it open, he jabs a few buttons and brings it to his ear.
    “Oak, you got a visitor.”  Pause.  “Willa.” Another pause.  “Gotcha.”  He snaps the phone shut, looks to me, and then nods toward the building.  “Go on.”
    I swallow.  “Thank you,” I mutter.  I drive forward just as I see Oak come storming from the clubhouse.  I stop the car and my nervousness is instantly gone, replaced by rage at the mere sight of him.
    I swing my door open and step out of my car just as he reaches me.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” he growls, his brown eyes turning the color of whiskey as anger burns in them.
    I shove my hand in my pocket and pull out the money, clenching it in my fist.
    “Fuck. You,” I spit out at him.  I toss the money at his face.  “You’re a pig,” I snarl.  I march the few steps back to my car and swing the door open, climb in, and slam it angrily.  I turn the key and take a deep breath before letting it out.  Just as I’m about to reverse out, the passenger door opens and Oak folds his tall frame inside.  His hand covers mine on the gearshift and when he speaks, his voice is deceptively quiet.  “Stop.  Now, explain your little outburst.”
    “I don’t have to explain shit.  Get out of my car.”  My voice rises steadily until I’m shouting.
    “Keep your fucking voice down,” he snaps. 
    “Get out of my car,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
    “No,” he growls.  “Now fucking explain, ‘cause when I left you this morning you were in a fuck of a lot better mood than you are now.”
    “I do not take money for sex, you pathetic piece of shit. I am not one of your filthy fucking whores, and I won’t be treated like one by someone like you.”
    “Someone like me?” He cocks an eyebrow challengingly, daring me.
    “Yeah, someone like you, who’s bound to be one of the biggest whores around.  Maybe I should have tossed you some cash.  I probably would have if I thought you were any good in the sack.”  Low blow, and totally a lie, I know. But, fuck him.
    He smirks. The fucker actually smirks!
    “Baby.” His tone and his eyes turn soft. “You’re fucking hot when you’re mad.  Drive.”
    “Are you kidding me right now?”
    “Drive back to your place.  Now.”
    “You’re infuriating, you know that?  Just get out of my car.”
    “Your brother’s going to kick my ass,” he mutters, right before he leans over the console, grips my neck, and smashes his lips to mine.  I try to fight him off, really I do.  But, I give in shamefully fast, and suddenly we’re making out like teenagers.  His tongue slides inside my mouth and I moan, sucking it deeper, causing him to groan.  My body heats, my panties dampen, my nipples harden, and I want nothing more than to pull his cock from his jeans and sink down on him, right here, right now.
    He pulls back and his eyes find mine.  They’re blazing with lust and a perfect match to my own.  “Your house.  Now.  Drive.”
    “’Kay,” I breathe.
    I throw my car in drive, do a quick U-turn and pull out of the compound.  Oak’s hand finds my leg and his fingers slowly travel up my thigh, torturing me as they edge closer to my center.  Just before he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers slowly descend, stopping at my knees to then travel back up again.
    It’s agony.
    The drive doesn’t take long and before I know it, I’m pulling to a stop in front of my