Just for a second.
Then she smiles and climbs inside.
The cab suddenly smells faintly like her shampoo and whatever light, floral lotion she uses.
Dangerous.
I shut the door and circle around to the driver's side.
By the time I climb in, she's already buckled.
“Seatbelt?”
“Yep. I’m a safety girl.”
The words leave her mouth, and immediately her eyes go wide.
I see the exact second she realizes what she said—the innuendo behind it..
And now my dick is hard, but she can’t see it.
Thank fuck.
Still, she starts turning red.
Fast.
“I meant car safety!” she blurts.
I lose the battle and start laughing.
“Car safety. Obviously.”
“Car safety!” she repeats.
Her hands fly around helplessly.
“I wasn’t—I mean—I wasn't talking about…”
She's dying.
Actually dying.
Right there in my passenger seat.
“Oh my Lord, kill me now.”
“Easy, Firecracker.”
I reach over and gently tap the buckle across her lap.
“I know what you meant.”
Her eyes narrow suspiciously.
“You do?”
“Sure.”
