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He just wanted to enjoy someone else’s company for a little while without feeling so fucking guilty.
He switched off every light he passed and followed Valerie out the front door, which he locked.
She’d changed into a pair of flats, which were moderately less sexy than the boots had been. He would have preferred to see those firm legs lengthened by a pair of high heels, but being on a boat, they weren’t going to be the best choice of footwear.
He put her suitcase in the back of the truck next to his and hopped into the cab.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Not willing to let some things be a surprise?”
“Oh, I suspect you have plenty of surprises in store for me. Why make this be one?”
“You’re right about the surprises.” He backed off the short parking pad into the circle and steered past the green-and-white balloon clusters and “OPEN HOUSE” sandwich board signs Carine had probably put up.
“So, I guess you did some fishing around about me in my absence,” he said.
“What makes you think that?”
He kept his gaze locked on the road to squash the compulsion to lock what Heidi called his “Dom stare” on her. Heidi had known him for too long, so she thought it was funny, but it worked just fine on everyone else. “You seemed upset to find out I practice BDSM.”
“I’m sure lots of folks who hang out at Clay’spracticeit,” Valerie said. “You do a little more than practice, don’t you?”
He didn’t see where that merited a response.
“You don’t have to tell me. I suspect you’re not inclined to, but I am curious about where you got that practice if Clay’s is the only place around that you’d have an outlet for it.”
“Suffice it to say I travel a lot.”
“I see. Do you keep a submissive waiting for you in every city you visit?”
“I’m surprised no one told you I don’t keep any at all.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s thehmmfor?”
“Is there anything I need to know about you?”
“In what regard?”
“Meaning, how badly do I need to stay away from you?”
“Why would youwantto stay away from me? Have I been unkind to you? Have I overstepped my bounds? Or do you simply find me unattractive?”
Now he did glance over at her in time to see her roll her eyes.
If he weren’t driving, he might have grabbed her chin and make her look at him and keep her gaze on him while he was querying her.
Instead, he added the insult to his mental list. He’d address it later.
“I think I asked you enough questions that you could answer at least one of them,” he said.
“Okay,” she said. “You’re always honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. No, Iobviouslydon’t find you unattractive. I don’t have a type, per se, but I’d certainly rank you high on my list of people I like to look at.”
“The highest?”
“No.”
