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“And someone gave you their Porsche.” His disbelief was obvious.

“No. I kind of borrowed it. With their permission,” I added hastily. “The dealership let me take it for a test drive because I told them I wanted to buy it.”

“Oh, really.” He set his elbow on the top of the car and leaned his cheek on his fist like he was curling up for story time. “And your say so is enough for you to just stroll out with a car like this. A car worth a hundred grand—”

I cocked a brow. “Try one twenty-five.”

“Oh, so very sorry.” His smirk did something not entirely unpleasant to my belly. “My original statement stands. Your word’s enough to walk out—and wreck—a car like this.”

“Yes.” Temper licked up my spine, making my smile tight. “Have you ever heard of Peyton Pryor?”

His blank expression both annoyed and intrigued me. Either he was the finest actor I’d ever encountered or else he really didn’t know my name. “No. I have not. Should I know her?”

So much for him being part of the security detail, which made him infinitely more interesting. He was an unknown quantity.

I tilted my head and softened my smile. Seduction was only part of my repertoire on stage, and only sanitized sex. I appealed to teen girls who still had posters on their walls and teen boys who had the hots for the chick next door. But I had an inner vamp somewhere down deep. The boots and the tight dress I’d bought this afternoon before my trip to the car dealership proved it.

Now I had to put that vamp to work.

Trailing a fingertip up his beefy arm, revealed by the short sleeves of his T-shirt, I gathered my courage. “Do you want to?”

THREE

JED

This night was not goingthe way I’d anticipated.

My beer and boxing match were fading further into the rearview mirror with every moment that passed. What Ishoulddo was call my buddy on the force to put this whole mess away.

I had to make sure the car was towed and returned to its rightful owner. That was my civic duty.

“Are you lucid?” I asked finally. “Did you hit your head in the crash?”

When she rolled her eyes, I tamped down on the urge to give her firm ass a not-so-gentle tap.

“No. I’m not injured. I was just suggesting that maybe we get to know each other in private.” She wet her lush red lips. The brief taste I’d gotten wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy my hunger in her direction. “After we contact the authorities and a tow truck, of course.”

My cock veered abruptly against my zipper. Or maybe it wasn’t so abrupt, since I’d been on a low simmer for the last few minutes. “Clarify get to know each other.”

“That depends on you.”

“No, honey, it does not.”

She adjusted her hold on her guitar case, not so subtly pressing it into my chest and groin. Damn shame that my groin wasn’t averse to the contact.

At least it gave me something to hide my hard-on behind.

“Hmm, not sure if I like it better when you call me lady. You could try my name though, just for kicks.” She set the case on the ground between her feet and pried out her phone, holding it to her ear. “Hi, I’m Peyton Pryor and I was looking to buy a Porsche—” She stopped, her smile transforming her face.

She had such a range of them. So far I’d seen witchy smile, pissed smile and seductive smile. Now this was something else altogether. As beautiful as it was, it was utterly fake.

“Yes, that’s correct. I’m afraid there was a mishap with the vehicle.” She ignored my pointed stare. “Oh, no, I’m fine. Not a mark on me. The car’s fine too. Well, mostly. No, really, I appreciate your concern.” Her smile warmed fractionally. “Thank you, Steve. That’s really sweet of you to offer to come meet me where I am. I don’t want you to go to any trouble. I can just have a tow truck…oh, if you’re sure it’s no bother. A ride would be—”

“Unnecessary,” I cut in, surprised by how much I didn’t want her to disappear with this Steve guy.

Her chin lifted and she continued speaking as if I hadn’t said a thing. I fisted my hands at my sides to stop myself from grabbing her phone. She wasn’t mine, even for a night, and I was practicing being more easygoing.

True, my practicing hadn’t yet paid off, and this one seemed to push my buttons more than most. But I was making progress.

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