“Trust me, Sunshine, you’d know if I kidnapped you.” I slowly place her down on her tiptoes when we reach the car. “For starters, I’d gag that running little mouth of yours,” I say as I rub my thumb against her bottom lip, mesmerized. “I’d tie your hands behind your back and then lash your legs together so you couldn’t run away.”
A physical shudder runs through her, and my cock twitches at her transparent response.
She’s off-limits, I remind myself.
It’s enough to pull me out of the trance, and I look back into the depths of her blue eyes. Her smile stretches as she brings my phone to eye level and steps back with a smirk as I go to grab it out of her hand.
When and how did she manage to steal my phone?
Fuck, was I really only thinking with my cock?
This womancannotbe underestimated.
“What’s your passcode? Luca’s birthday?” she jokes over her shoulder with a smirk. “Oh, goodness, it isn’t, right? Not that I’m judging, but even I’m not that close to my?—”
I snatch the phone out of her hand. “I’m dropping you off for the night. You and I will not see each other in the future, and even if we do, let me make this very clear—you should keep as much distance from me as possible.”
This woman is slightly infuriating. Or maybe it’s because I don’t like the fact that she was able to so swiftly steal my phone without me realizing.
The corner of her mouth tilts up. “It’s just a number, Lorenzo. Stop being such a scaredy cat.”
Lorenzo. My cock twitches, enticed by the way my name rolls off her tongue.
Lily Taylor is somewhat unassuming. She probably knows she’s beautiful, but I doubt she understands the true force of her magnetism, and I’m unnerved at how it’s working on me. Seduction never works on me. Especially when it can be used as a weapon. But she’s so sincere, and far more daring tonight than I ever thought she could be.
Considering I still want to adjust my cock, and need to return to Luca’s side, I realize the easiest route is giving her my phone. Especially if I don’t want to technically kidnap her just to return her home. I offer my phone. “I won’t text you.”
She smirks as she enters her phone number and then hands it back. When I look down, my eye twitches. She put her name in my contacts with a flower emoji behind it. And she’s sent herself a message.New friend.
Before I can respond, she slides into the back of the car and closes the door behind her. What the fuck just happened?
I pocket my phone, trying to shake off the bizarre exchange. When I get back into the car, she’s preoccupied with her phone and doesn’t speak to me for the rest of the drive. It’s unsurprising that her apartment building is one of the most expensive ones in Manhattan.
Lily Taylor is the type of woman I usually despise most. And yet, when she climbs out of the car and then dips her head back in through the back door, she smiles at me. “Thanks, new friend. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I doubt it,” I deadpan.
She shrugs. “If not, thanks for the humbling rejection.” She laughs, but a small blush tinges her cheeks before she slams the door. I watch her hips sway from side to side, baffled by the contradicting version of her brought out by some liquid courage. I thought she was a shy, doe-eyed daddy’s girl. But now I’m certain there’s something more to be explored. I immediately shut the thought down, sending a message to Luca.
I turned into a babysitter tonight.
Lily Taylor isa distraction I don’t need in my life. I can have any woman I want, and I choose to keep it at that. Lily is a woman I have no interest in entertaining, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I want to taste her.
But I know even one taste will be damning.
A soft knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts, and I once again try to forget the memory, infuriated that I became consumed by it.
When I open the door, Sky stands there, wearing his bike helmet, the visor down so no one can see his face.
“Since when did I turn into some food delivery guy?” he demands, opening the visor with a scowl as he holds out a brown bag.
“Where’s the iced tea?” I demand, and he holds it up in the other hand.
I take both. “You tried the salad?”
He rolls his light-blue eyes. “Yes, not poisoned. And if you ever make me eat kale again, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Watch your tone,” I growl, irritated by the little shit. “No onion?”
