I just grinned.
CHAPTER4
Jerrica
I was nervous.
I was also seriously considering my life choices.
Jesse had offered a preposterous amount for six months of driving him around, which would constitute a lot of hanging around places, giving me chances to binge-write, and having to cope with the sex hormones he exuded. Whatever pheromone it was that he had going, all he needed to do was bottle it and sell it, and he’d be able to own his own football team.
I was also not really able to stop thinking about his kink. What did he mean by kink? I’d read a lot of romance and it was a seriously broad genre. We had women finding their fated mates in the form of wolf-shifters, countless billionaires who liked sex on desks and in the backs of chauffeur-driven limos, college boys who fucked like they actually knew where a clitoris was and bad boys who played sports, thrown in with the occasional virgin, and the old classic of the arsehole who’s her enemy who turns out to be Mr Hung and Knows What To Do With It. Then there were the mafia bosses, the security guards and the why-choose-one-when-you-can-have-three. The last sounded a little too tiring for me to ever consider it as a reality.
Romance covered a lot of kink.
It did not tell me what Captain of Manchester Athletic Jesse Sullivan’s was.
“So, you like the Maserati?”
Those were the first words he’d said to me since I’d started driving, aware that he was watching every move I made in the car. My hands were sitting nicely at the ten and two position, and even though no one but me drove my little Golf, I’d checked my mirrors were all at exactly the right angles.
I felt like I was taking my test again, and given those tests had been four of the most unpleasant experiences of my life, I was not enjoying myself.
“The Maserati Levante. That’s my first choice.” I gave a little nod. It was the car my brother had bought when he found out about Amber’s pregnancy, and I’d driven it a few times and liked it.
I saw a smirk start to grow on Jesse’s face, one that told me I’d said something he’d found entirely too amusing.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re smirking. I want to know what I’ve done to amuse you.”
“I’m not buying a Levante. You’re only choosing that because it’s in your comfort zone.”
“Don’t you want me to be in my comfort zone while I’m driving you around?”
“I want us both to be in our comfort zone. You just haven’t found out where your zone is.”
“My comfort zone is driving a car I feel comfortable in.”
“Obviously. But until you’ve tried it, you won’t know what makes you feel comfortable. I don’t want the same car as your brother.”
“What’s wrong with a Levante?”
“Nothing. Let’s look at the Quattroporte. We’ll take it out.”
I frowned. “Don’t we need an appointment to do that?”
His grin was wicked, like a pirate who was just about to rob you blind.
“No. My name gets us a free pass.”
He must’ve noticed me shake my head.
“It’s well known that I like cars, Jerrica. It’s the one thing I use my name for, and I’m not a dick when I go into the showrooms.”
I focused on the road, trying to think about cars instead of kinks, but the two now seemed intertwined.
