One sexy brow lifts as he smiles at me, and my mouth goes dry. About a mile outside DC’s center, he rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and loosens his tie.
Trying not to stare at his forearms, I focus on the expensive brownstones and ask, “Where are we going?”
“My place.” He says it so matter-of-factly that, at first, I think I misheard him.
Bear understands and barks excitedly. Not wanting to spend the night with the two canines, I point at the next intersection. “Drop me off on this corner, and I’ll call an Uber.”
“No way in hell. You and I will be best of friends until we figure this out.” When his hand shoots to my knee, I peel it off and place it back on his.
“Fine, but no monkeybusiness.” I glance down at the bulge in his dress pants, salivate, and almost change my mind.
Then Bear barks and brings me back to reality.
Holy crap, I need a full night’s sleep. God help me, my brain cells have been abducted by hormones.
Chapter 10
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big, bad wolf could want.~Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs.
Axel
Fuck. What was I thinking? My hand should never have drifted to her knee. In all fairness, she appeared so damn vulnerable, the need to reassure her overwhelmed me.
My internal Neanderthal, who dictates the flow of blood to my cock disagrees. I read her body language, dude. She wants you.
Homo Erectus shuts him down.That may be true, but she needs time to admit her attraction.
The clouds grow dark, thunder grumbles, andasa deluge of water falls from the sky, I switch on my windshield wipers.
While I focus on the road, my suspect points to a fast food joint. “Can we stop for something to eat? I’m starving.”
In my rearview, Bear’s ears perk up. “Woof.”
A wave of guilt overcomes me when I realize she’s had nothing but a sweet bun since early last night. Dammit, my dog fared better.
I’m about to suggest we grab dinner at my house until I recall my empty refrigerator. “My favorite diner’s nearby. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure.” She flips down the sun visor, frowns in the mirror, and opens her purse. “Mind if I turn on the light?”
“No, go ahead.” Mesmerized, my half-chub swells as she applies red lipstick and brushes her hair.
Thank God for the stoplight. Otherwise, a lack of oxygen to the brain could’ve caused an accident.
Heaving a sigh, I pull into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Wait here.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t argue, which gives me time to adjust my pants. After I let Bear out of the back, I open her door. Because of her earlier reaction to my touch, I keep my hands on the leash instead of reaching to the curve of her lower back.
Inside, the hostess, whose name I can’t remember, pats my grinning pal before sidling up to me. “Hey, Axel honey. Regular table?”
The five-foot, bleached-blond scowls at Gwen, returns her gaze to me, and I nod.
“Here ya go.” Winking, she passes me the menus, bumps her ample breasts against my shoulder, and struts toward the patio with us in tow.
“You need anything at all, you call me, y’hear?” The sexual innuendo flies over Gwen’s head, busy sopping up rainwater from our plastic chairs.
I sit and push aside the pile of wet napkins. “The hostess is not my girlfriend.”
My lovely suspect pats my dog, studies the menu, and feigns disinterest. “Do I care? Did I ask?”
