It's giving me the squirms.
"Doing what?"he smirks.
"You're blatantly jerking yourself off in the car with me in it!"
Gabriel's driver suddenly puts his earbuds in to give us some sort of false sense of privacy, which I appreciate, but it doesn't make this situation any less awkward.
"I'm not jerking off."
"Then what do you call that...what you're doing?"
“My future wife’s pussy has me all riled up.I’m just trying to calm myself down."
"You're a psychopath."
"I've been called worse."He shrugs like the accusation is a compliment.
"Where are we going?"
“Where else?To the church."
"Why the fuck would we go there?"
He chuckles, a sound that's both irritating and oddly comforting."If you don't watch that mouth of yours?—"
"You're going to what?"I counter, turning to face him fully.
"It's not what I'm going to do; it's what you're going to do to keep that little heart-shaped mouth of yours busy."
"LaRoche!"I protest at his insinuation that I'd ever get on my knees and suck his dick, even though the idea sends an unwelcome throb of arousal through me.
"We're going to get married."
"Just because you fingered me in the park?"
"Because now I know for a fact that the electricity between us runs both ways.There are marriages that work on much less."
Electricity.
He's never said a more truthful thing in his life.If I didn't hate him so much, I'd jump on his lap and ride him all the way to the church.
Our chemistry is combustible.
But that's not enough for a lifetime of what he wants me to sign up to do.Not even close.
"You never answered my question.I don't marry liars.I don't marry men who don't keep their word.And I certainly don't marry into a family who killed one of mine!"
Gabriel’s face contorts into a silent but deadly scowl.He taps his driver on the shoulder and instructs him to pull into the back parking lot of St.Agnes reserved for service delivery men.
Then, the driver gets out and enters the church, leaving us alone in the car with nothing but the sound of the air conditioning.”
Let's get something straight, Jo."
“How many times do I have to tell you?Naomi is my name now.”
"Josephine, Jo, Naomi—whoever the fuck!"His voice is sharp now, all pretense of casual amusement gone."I need you to listen for once.I did not kill your brother.I promise you that.I am many things, but I'm not a liar."
"And?"
