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His full lips twist into a wicked smile. “Why not? Do you have other plans?”
Holy freaking cow. The husky tone in his voice shoots straight to my core.
“I’m free tonight if that works for you?”
A slow, sensual smile stretches across his face. “Tonight’s perfect. I don’t like the idea of you going home alone. Besides, have you seen the weather outside? It’s getting pretty bad.”
I glance out the window; the sky has turned a menacing shade, a storm clearly brewing. I’m all in this time, but that doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy. I’ll offer him the thrill of the chase, not because I want to run away, but because I want to get caught.
“I can’t stay late. We have an early call time,” I say, leaning closer. Heat radiates between us. “But maybe we could make the most of our time?”
His lips curve into a grin. “No problem. We’ll get down to business right away.”
He pushes to his feet and gathers our belongings. I wasn’t quick enough to call him out on the spicy double entendre. I need to up my game.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I throw on my coat.
He holds the door open. “My apartment in Santa Monica.”
My stomach tightens. “I haven’t been to your place since—”
“It’s the same old place. I just moved back, and it feels drab. The place needs a little cheering up.”
“You mean it’s dusty and covered in cobwebs? It must be awful,” I tease.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Come home with me, Auds. I need you.”
Those three little words set my heart ablaze. When Luca offers his hand, I take it. The connection is instant. It draws me to him like a magnet.
We’re playing with fire, and this time, I’m not afraid of getting burnt.
Chapter6
Luca
Audrey smiles when she sees the burgundy Tesla Model S in the parking lot.
“New wheels?”
The corners of my mouth lift in a subtle, self-assured curl. “How about you tell me your thoughts on climate change first? Then I’ll answer your question."
Her laugh is uninhibited and joyful. I’ve missed her and never want to spend another day apart.
“What’s so funny? The car’s a masterpiece!”
“It’s a work of art.” She grins, eyes twinkling. “But you? Mr. Clean Energy? Come on, you’ve got gasoline running through your veins.”
People think my bank account defines me, that I’m a spoiled brat who swaps out sports cars like they’re disposable razors. But only one voice cuts through the noise—Audrey’s. She looks past the opulence, straight into the heart of who I truly am.
“If I weren’t directing, I’d be the happiest grease monkey you’d ever meet,” I confess, opening the passenger door for her.
Audrey slides inside gracefully. The buttery, soft leather seat hugs her curves. The steel frame and self-driving calculations will protect her in an accident—only the best for Audrey.
Swinging into the driver’s seat, I turn on the engine. The engine’s growl kicks up as I drive out of the parking lot. “What’s the verdict?”
Her fingers briefly grace the armrest, then pull away. “It’s great–”
“But?”
