Tuesday’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of dark pink, and he smiled brightly. “You’re pretty perfect too, you know.”
Heart pounding, Ozzie reached for Tuesday to draw him into a sweet kiss. He didn’t care who saw them or what people might say, if they were going to cause a scene. He wanted to kiss Tuesday, so that’s what he did.
As they parted, both a bit breathless, Ozzie realized he could definitely live without hearing another one of Gerald’s big company Christmas speeches.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh.”
“Hmm?” Tuesday smiled warmly. “What is it, baby?”
“What do you say we take this dance back to my place?”
“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”
seven
Ozzie sighed in relief as he plopped into the back of the limousine. He was exhausted from thepeopling, however brief it was, and he could not wait to be back home with Tuesday. He wanted to get out of these hideously festive clothes and enjoy the rest of the evening just the two of them.
And yes, there could be more dancing too.
Perhaps later there would be some dancing of theintimatevariety. Before then, though, Ozzie wanted to put on his comfiest sweats and cuddle on the couch for a little while.
Maybe they could watchDie Hardagain.
But Tuesday, apparently, had other ideas for their evening plans.
He melted quite literally against Ozzie’s side, cuddling close as he asked, “So, we gonna fuck in this limo or what?”
“Or what?” Ozzie blinked.
“We gonna fuck in this limo or what?” Tuesday repeated slowly. “You said that thing about taking the dancing back to your place. And I think this would be very hot. And romantic. But mostly hot.”
Ozzie glanced nervously up at the thin piece of plexiglass separating them from Todd, the driver. “Uh, yes, well, that would be hot, but we’re not exactly alone?—”
Tuesday grabbed a small phone from off the side of the seat. “Hi, Todd!”
Todd waved.
Judging by his mouth moving, he was speaking, but Ozzie couldn’t hear him.
“Look, I’m gonna need you to do me a big favor.” Tuesday grinned slyly. “Yeah, yeah, uh-huh… You got it! Exactly! It’s like you read my mind. Thanks, Todd. You’re the best.” He cackled and hung up.
“What did you do?” Ozzie demanded.
“What?”
“What did you do?” Ozzie frowned as Todd took an unfamiliar turn. “Where are we going?”
“Just trust the process.”
“I do not trust the process.” Ozzie laughed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”
“Well, Todd is hungry,” Tuesday said innocently. “So, he wanted to stop somewhere to get a lil’ somethin’ to eat.”
Ozzie frowned, peering out the tinted window and trying to figure out where they were going. They were definitely headed out of downtown and onto the highway, but there wasn’t much out here in the way of food except for a big truck stop with a diner known for questionable food. “Are we being kidnapped? Is Todd going to cut out our kidneys and we’ll end up in bathtubs full of ice?”
“What? No.” Tuesday paused. “At least I don’t think so. Let me ask him.” He reached for the phone.
“Hey, hey! Stop!” Ozzie swatted at Tuesday and grabbed his hand.
