Thread: A Subtle Induction (James London & Ariamella)

Kylie didn't do hugs. At least, not unless she was going to fuck the guy later, but she let herself be pulled into Mason's embrace anyway, rolling her eyes while he couldn't see her face. He would learn soon enough that she wasn't the sweet little thing that he probably thought she was. She may have looked it, and innocence was likely a good look on her, but a dirty girl disguised by an angelic face was an even better look. Silently within the confines of her mind, she distantly wondered when he would eventually figure it all out. Maybe she would make her game more interesting by counting the days. Right, my dad, she echoed after him after she pulled away from the hug. Just her dad. Not Courtney. It confirmed her suspicions that her mother likely was not very good friends with the man in front of her. Well, Mason, I'm sure he's glad that we're finally now meeting, she said with a smile, feigning nonchalance at the mention of the father she had never known. A pang of curiosity shot through her, but she brushed it off when Mason mentioned getting her luggage, and the curiosity was replaced by a knowing sparkle that lit up her eyes. I swear you must have some dumbbells or bricks in there, he said while placing her luggage onto the cart, and she could have laughed right there. Dumbbells? Bricks? Not likely , she thought while she watched in muted amusement as he picked up one of the smaller bags that held most of her naughty clothing... if the thin strips of lace and impossibly short skirts and shorts could even be called that. And while some of her other bags indeed held heavier things like shoes, makeup organizers, and the few electronics that she did own, Mason should have guessed things like 'hoe heels' and a vibrator. Those would have been way more accurate. But instead, she offered a slightly apologetic smile before they walked outside to his truck. Kylie climbed in with a polite nod of the head, bringing her hair to one side as the door was closed beside her. Then as Mason began loading her luggage into the bed of his black F150, she brought up her legs to hug them to her chest, resting her cheek on her kneecaps. A sigh left her chest as she flicked her eyes upwards to the rear view mirror where she saw her new... new what? What was Mason to her? He sure as hell wasn't going to parent her, and he wasn't just some caretaker. Well, in a way he was considering he was supposed to shape her up according to her mother. But as far as Kylie was concerned, he was neither a parent nor a guardian he was just another guy whose house was a place for her to crash at. Admittedly, he was a lot different than the men boys, really that she knew, but there was no helping that. He was 40 and pretty much the epitome of what was a good, gentlemanly man. As he rounded the truck and reached the driver's side, she brought her legs down and thought to herself that the age difference would have been cute if not for the fact that he likely wasn't into that. Especially not with her, his deceased friend's daughter. But the chase would be fun, if she ever were to go for it. Then they were driving through the small city, silent except for the hum of the engine and tires against the road. She was never good at situations like these despite being an extrovert and having such an open personality. In fact, she couldn't recall a time when she was ever in the passenger seat with some sort of parental figure who wasn't fighting with her. Of course, she had been silent in the back of a cop car a couple times, but those were totally different. Curiously, she snuck a glance to the man driving, wondering if Courtney had told him everything. Everything . And whether he believed it or not. But her private thoughts were interrupted by an audible grumbling sound, and Kylie gave a small laugh as she looked down at her lap. It was 1030 AM in Wyoming, but it would have been half past noon in Miami by now, and hunger clawed at her stomach. Do you mind if I grab something to eat? she asked Mason, now turning her head to fully face him, if it's alright with you. I mean, if you weren't planning on eating at your house. But if you are, I can wait, no problem.