“She’s something else isn’t she?” Betty Jean smiled with pride. “She said you were on your way over and I decided to take a chance that you two weren’t going at it hot and heavy already.” She looked at the smeared greasy fingerprints Maverick left on my skin and shirt.
“He turned me down, Betty Jean.” Maverick stepped up behind me and wrapped an arm around my neck.
“Boy, I don’t think that’s the kind of lube job he wants.” She gestured to the grease all over Maverick’s hands.
I threw back my head and laughed, truly feeling at ease for the first time since I got out of the car at Maverick’s office. “She has a good point, Mav. That’s not the lubing I had planned.” I kissed Maverick’s cheek and pulled myself out of his arms. “Dinner will be ready at 6:00 p.m.”
“I’ll be there.”
His growled words came out as more of a threat than an acceptance of a dinner invitation. That shivery feeling he stirred inside me stayed with me as I got ready for our night and multiplied when I heard the rumble of Lola’s engine as he pulled into my driveway.
“Food, talk, and then insane sex,” I reminded myself as I walked through the house to meet him at the door.
