“Keep this up, Nina. I have nothing.” He rolls his hips, his erection prodding my stomach. “Fucking nothing, better to do,” he grits out, brushing his lips from my ear to my neck. He plants one soft kiss on the smooth skin, his nose trailing over the spot before he pulls away from me.
I stand flustered, chest heaving, and desperately craving his touch as he pulls open the door and leaves me without looking back. I let my head drop back to the wall, trying to ease the arousal coursing through me.
Taking a deep breath, I push off the wall and find Vinny waiting right outside, the Audi parked and ready for me.
I give him half a smile, mortified at the thought of him seeing us but knowing it wouldn’t have been possible. “Hi, Vinny.”
“Nina, nice to see you again so soon,” he says as I skirt past him and climb into the car.
I wait for him to get seated in the driver’s seat then say, “I’m sorry, you must have far more important things to do than drive me around the city.”
“I don’t do what’s important to me; I do what’s important to Mr Lowell.” He winks.
“You’re his driver?” I ask with a frown.
He has a funny look on his face as if what I am saying is amusing. “Yes. I’m his driver,” he confirms.
“How long have you worked for him?” I decide to get as much out of him as I can whilst I have the chance.
“Sixteen years now,” he says proudly, eyeing me in the mirror again. I want to ask so many questions.
I need to pick the right ones.
“Sixteen years? That’s a long time.” I study him as he drives. I wouldn’t have put Vinny at much past fifty, so he had to be young when he started.
“I was thirty-eight, straight out of the forces when his father hired me,” he says, confirming my suspicions.
“Do you always drive his—” I pause, looking for the right word. “Female friends.”
I definitely wouldn’t call Mase my friend.
“No, you’re the onlyfemale friendI’ve been asked to drive.” He says with a grin.
Hmm, interesting. Could Mason feel bad about calling me a prostitute, and be palming me off on his driver?
Or is he actually interested?
“He normally drives them himself?” I ask, and god, I sound pathetic.
“Maybe you should ask him yourself?” he says. I take the hint, not asking any more questions for the rest of the journey.
Vinny turns in his seat once we arrive at my building, passing me a card. “My number if you need a lift ever. Mr Lowell would be grateful if you’d call me when travelling alone.”
I roll my eyes, slipping the card into my bag with the rest of my junk. I don’t need my own personal taxi! Who even has that much money that they can just send a driver on demand? “Thank you again for the lift,” I say, climbing from the car and then waving him off.
I’m halfway down Oxford street, admiring my phone’s shining new screen, which I haven’t been able to use since Megan smashed it, and I’m shocked at how much I’ve missed it. Scrolling through my messages on the lock screen, I close my eyes, cursing my friends under my breath.
The messages are mostly from Lucy and Megan. They knew I was picking it up, and they’ve sent me a load of dirty messages. The latest one reading, ‘You left your vibrator in the shower again’. It’s the first message on the list, and there’s no way the repair guy wouldn’t have seen it.
I scroll down the list.
‘Ben called, he’s got the Syph! Better get checked hun’ I laugh out loud, unable to control myself. Those bitches. I will kill them!
Swiping across the screen, I see I have six missed calls, all from Joey. I really should check he is okay. I decide to call him back, and he answers on the second ring.
“Nina! Hi, I’ve been calling. Are you okay?” he rushes out, sounding genuinely worried.
My step falters with his tone, his concern throwing me off. “Hi Joey, I’m fine. I smashed my phone screen, and I’ve just picked it up from the repair shop.”
