“Not a word until we’re in the car,” he warned, unlocking a sleek black Jaguar. “Get in.” He held the passenger side door open. She settled herself inside and waited. Once he was in, he turned to her. “Are you all right?” he asked.She nodded, suddenly needing to cry.“Good, because I’m about to kill you.”She wanted to force her tears to stay put, not to spill down her cheeks, but they didn’t obey. Of course they didn’t.“Christ, Emma,” he said, turning away. His anger was barely harnessed. He reached over to strap her in as she wept. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he asked, as soon as they pulled out of the parking lot.“I’m not a little girl anymore, Luke. I’m a grown woman and I can do what I want.”“And you thought whoring yourself out to these men was a good way to prove just how grown up you are?”Fresh tears assaulted her at his use of that word. “It wasn’t like that,” she said. But it was, wasn’t it? No matter her reasons for accepting Damien’s money, she took it in exchange for the use of her body and that made her a whore.He looked her over before turning back to the road.
