“Negotiating?” she echoed, softer this time, the word rolling off her tongue like it amused her more than it should, like she was already entertained by where he thought this was going. Her head tilted just slightly, hair slipping over her shoulder as she looked at him, lashes lowering as if she were pretending to consider it, as if there was even a version of this where she had to bargain for anything at all. "I don’t need to negotiate,” she went on after a second, voice light, careless, but there was something underneath it that didn’t bend, something spoiled and certain and completely unashamed of it. “You’re already here.”
It shifted fast after that, like a switch she flipped without warning, her expression tightening just enough when he kept going, brows pulling together as she turned toward him fully, giving him her attention in a way that already meant trouble. The disbelief on her face wasn’t subtle, it never was with her, lips parting as a small scoff slipped out, airy but full of attitude, like she couldn’t even believe he had the audacity to say that out loud. She leaned back deeper into the seat, but her body angled toward him, already settling into the argument before it even started. “Get out?” she repeated, incredulous, the words landing like they offended her on principle alone.
“Please,” she added, quieter but sharper in the way she looked at him, eyes narrowing just slightly as they dragged over his face like she was picking him apart piece by piece. “You don’t even know how to be broke.” The corner of her mouth lifted then, slow, smug, that familiar expression slipping back into place like she’d never lost it in the first place. “Plus,” she added, her voice dipping just slightly as she glanced around the interior before looking back at him, “if you were, we wouldn’t be in this car, would we?” Her fingers brushed lightly over the seat beside her, almost absent, but there was intention in it, in the way she let the words sit, the implication obvious, the car itself saying enough without her needing to explain it. She shifted again, restless in a different way now, her legs crossing more neatly, curiosity flickering in her expression for a split second, like she realized she didn’t even know where he was taking her and didn’t care enough to ask. That thought passed quickly though, replaced by something more playful, more dangerous, the kind that always got her into trouble.
And then she moved. Not slowly, not carefully, just with that same impulsive energy that always got her exactly what she wanted, leaning toward him like the fact that he was driving didn’t exist in her world for that moment. Her hand came up without hesitation, fingers catching his jaw and turning his face toward her like she had every right to interrupt him, to take his attention away from the road, from anything else that wasn’t her. “Please, daddy,” she murmured, and her voice changed when she wanted something, softened just enough, dipped into something sweeter, something that didn’t match the way her eyes looked at him, bright and a little dangerous, like she already knew how this would end. Her thumb brushed along his jaw as she held him there for that second, close enough to feel his breath, to see every small reaction she pulled from him. “I really need a new bag.”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
Her lips pressed against his in a slow, brief kiss, just enough to linger, just enough to leave that faint trace of strawberry flavor behind before she pulled away, settling into her seat like nothing had happened, like it had been nothing at all, even as the smallest hint of a smile tugged at her lips, satisfied, expectant, already certain of the outcome.
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