“Oh, God.”
“But it’s a good sore. I haven’t had sex that good in, well…ever.” He looks over at me and his lip quirks up. “My body’s in a little bit of shock.”
I laugh even though my face is hot. “You’re a weird one, Dylan Wild.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
“Um.” I pretend to think about it. “I guess…good.”
“That’s okay then.” He smiles at me and accelerates on the gas pedal. “Tubac, here we come. Get ready, Jasalie Gordon. I like a fast ride.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
* * *
When we reach Tubac, Dylan pulls into one of the little parking areas outside the cluster of stores.
“This is awesome,” I say as we start walking down the block.
Everywhere I look has art. Cool art. Incredible art. And I want to see all of it.
I grab Dylan’s hand and halt in front of a storefront. “This place looks amazing.”
“Let’s go inside,” he says.
When we walk into the store, I lose myself immediately in the hundreds of sculptures packed on the shelves.
“What do you think of this?”
I jump as Dylan speaks to me. I’d almost forgotten he was here.
I look at what he’s holding. It’s a sculpture of a couple—a man and a woman—holding hands. The clay is a dark gray with the only color being the red paint on their lips.
“I love it.” I do. It’s sensual without being over the top.
“Me too. I’m going to buy it.”
“Um.” I guess this is what it’s like to be a multi-millionaire—no concern for the price tag whatsoever. “Okay.” I laugh.
A long time later, Dylan comes up to me again. “I’m going to head outside and take a look around those stores.” He points across the street. “Let’s meet on the bench over there when you’re done.”
“Are you sure?” I’ve never been with someone who didn’t find my insatiable appetite for looking at sculptures incredibly irritating.
“Of course.” He gives me a quick kiss. “Have fun.”
“Thanks.” I watch him walk out the door. His butt is so cute. And the way he walks. And…
“That your boyfriend?” Another female customer asks me.
“Um…” I’m not sure being together for one night in bed constitutes boyfriend material, but I don’t know what else to say, so I answer with a quick, “Yes.”
“Wow! That’s Dylan Wild right?” she asks me.
I give a brief nod.
“Amazing. You—and him—I’d never imaginethat. You sure got lucky, huh?” She looks me up and down quickly before turning away.
Huh.I glare at her and consider saying something back but decide it’s not worth it. I start to walk away, but I feel my temper awakening.
