Dammit, Whit! He totally played me. I swallow and brush aside the moment, not ready to throw in the towel. “That was an excellent sidestep. I’m pretty sure that makes you the buzzkill in this scenario.”
“I think it’s better if we keep it that way,” he says as his eyes cut to mine. “In fact, if you want to work for me, I insist on it.”
“I’m not working for you right now.”
“Behave.”
“I am behaving!” I protest with a giggle. “Come on, Whit. Put yourself in my shoes. Wouldn’t you have questions? Wouldn’t you be curious?” He doesn’t answer, and his expression gives nothing away. “Fine, you play the monster. I know better than that.”
“No, you only think you do.”
At his dark tone, something hot and sweet flares between my legs, though I silently congratulate myself when I carry on as though unaffected. “Do you think this whole hot and enigmatic thing will kill my curiosity?”
With a pained groan, he tips his head back. The long line of his throat makes everything below my navel tighten. It doesn’t matter that he’s probably pleading for divine intervention through the car’s fancy panoramic sunroof because that’s not where my mind has tripped. Tripped, skipped, and jumped its way to some dirty musing. In this scenario, I’ll be straddling him, his head thrown back and his hands balled into tight fists. I’ll press my lips to his throat to feel the ripple of his taut swallow and the vibration of his moan as I do strange, wild things to him.
Note to self: discover what strange, wild things I could offer.
Addendum: maybe explore porn for inspiration.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
His chin drops with the gust of a sigh, those dark eyes refusing to meet mine. Meanwhile, I rub the backs of my fingers over my mouth in a surreptitious drool check. How the heck is it possible that I’m turned on by his Adam’s apple?
“Go on, spit it out,” he says, resigned. “Let’s get it over with.”
“Really?”No drool, thankfully. “I should just rip off the Band-Aid?”
“If you must.”
“Is that your thing?” I ask a little too enthusiastically.
“Yes, because I’m the kind of deviant who enjoys having the hairs on his legs pulled out by the follicle.” He scowls. “No, Mimi, that isnotmy thing.”
“I’m not a child. I know that’s not your thing.” But now I’m wondering if that might be someone’s thing. “You know that’s not what I was asking. I was talking about what happened in your apartment.” More specifically, my orgasm. “Is that, I mean, I know you said you didn’t recognize me, but that only leaves me with more questions.”
“I don’t pay for sex if that’s what you’re asking.”
Could I pay you for sex?I’m tempted to ask.
He’d totally be out of my budget.
“I wouldn’t judge. It’s the oldest profession in the world for a reason.” I adjust my purse on my lap and then glance out of the windshield. One of the neighbors and his four-legged friend trots out of his front gate, his attention doubling back on Whit’s fancy wheels. I smile because the Labrador retriever isn’t so impressed, yanking his human by the leash. I take a deep breath. “Do you… do you often hook up with strangers?” It takes supreme effort to turn back to face him.
He doesn’t answer, at least not right away. He just presses his elbow to the leather seat back as he kind of examines me. “Does that titillate you?” The sultriness to his tone catches me off guard, but he’s already played me once.
“There is something kind of hot about it.” I blow out a nervous breath. “You were so… and I felt. And honestly, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Fuck!” Whit snaps back as though my answer offends him.
“You asked! If you weren’t prepared for the answer, maybe you shouldn’t have.”
“I wasn’t prepared forthatanswer, Mimi. You can’t go around admitting to things like that. You barely know me.”
“I know you well enough.”
“I might be a massive fucking pervert!”
I shrug as my mind whispers,a girl can only hope…
