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“Yes.”

“Like Torture Garden. Locations all around the world.”

He glanced over at her.

She raised a brow. “You’re surprised I’ve been?”

“A bit. It’s more fetish than BDSM.” She was back in her outfit from this morning, but she’d done up a few more buttons, raising the neckline. Though he’d seen her in corsets and panties, and naked, he was having trouble imagining her in the head-to-toe fetish looks required to gain entrance to Torture Garden. “What did you wear?”

“Half a sheer PVC dress.”

“Top or bottom half?”

“Left side.” She drew an imaginary line down her body. “The right side was just two or three straps that kept it on.”

“How sheer are we talking?” He slowed the car as they passed through Dalston. It was a few years ahead of Harringay as far as gentrification went, though along this main drag, there were plenty of closed shops, their roller gates graffitied.

Honking came from ahead, and traffic stopped. He took advantage of the moment to look over.

“You didn’t answer. How sheer?”

Colette’s gaze was warm as she touched her left breast with one finger. “You could see my nipple through it.”

“And the other breast was bare?” His gaze slipped to her breasts, and he wondered how hard it would be to undo some of those tiny little buttons with one hand.

Or he could order her to undo them.

“No, I had a nipple cover on. For modesty.”

Landon snorted in amusement, still contemplating buttons.

“I think you’re supposed to turn,” Colette said.

He jerked his attention up. A uniformed constable was waving him to the left, where a narrow alley branched off. Landon frowned, looking at the man’s uniform. He wasn’t wearing the markings of the Roads and Transport Policing Command, but depending on what had happened to stop traffic, this might be a criminal policing matter.

“They’re diverting traffic,” he said, raising one hand to acknowledge the officer.

“Are we going to be late?”

“No. Don’t worry.”

Landon turned left, inching the car down the narrow alley. It made a sharp right, and he had to slow to a crawl to make the turn.

“Worried about scraping Andrei’s car?” Colette teased.

“Yes. He’s unreasonably attached to it.” Landon caught her gaze and he leaned over to check that he wasn’t about to scrape the passenger side. As he sat back, something was bothering him.

He frowned, slowly turning to look out the back window.

No other cars had followed them down the alley. There had been cars stopped behind him, and assuming they were trying to clear the traffic jam and reroute, the constable should have waved other cars through.

Landon turned to face forward, gripping the wheel.

“What is it?” Colette asked, instantly picking up his mood.

“There’s no one behind us.”

She twisted to check, and her expression said that she understood his concern.