“Why did you think Maya or any woman would call me Rush?” His voice is gruff.
If I confess the truth, I may end up having to use the Duotrip app tonight to find a hotel room. If I lie, I may very well end up in the same spot.
Truth or lie. I weigh both as he stares at me.
“Why does your grandfather call you Rush?” I ask in a desperate last-ditch attempt to avoid the question.
“I’ll tell you as soon as you answer my question.”
I swear I spot a grin flash across his lips, but it disappears quickly.
Sucking in a deep breath, I fumble my way through the truth. “You didn’t need much time with Maya the other night and then… today…well, today, there were four of you in the bed, and it sounded like it all happened pretty fast, so I thought…”
His laughter booms through the restaurant, drawing curious glances from the people around us. “Jesus, Emma. You thought I was a quick fuck?”
I shrug. “I overheard you talking to Maya. I just assumed…”
His brows arch. “You thought Pam and Rod were in my bed today?”
He laughs again. This time his hands dart to his face.
I watch as he clears tears away with a brush of his fingertips.
“I haven’t laughed that hard in,” he starts before he chuckles again. “Fuck, it’s been years.”
His big frame shakes as the laughter rolls through him. I sit silently watching as it slows, until he sucks in a deep breath, letting it out on a heavy exhale.
My gaze falls to the table. “I’m sorry.”
“For making me laugh?” He swirls the wine left in his glass. “Or for assuming I’m a horrible fuck?”
I shrug. “Both.”
He brings the glass to his mouth to swallow what’s left. His tongue darts out to capture any droplets of liquid lingering on his bottom lip.
Lowering the glass, he looks at me. “Let me clear up any confusion. When I’m with a woman, I savor every moment. I take my time, and I guarantee that when we part, you’ll be completely satisfied.”
Freudian slip or not, I want confirmation of what I think I just heard. Before I can ask if he meant what he said, he clears his throat.
“She’ll be completely satisfied,” he corrects himself. “I meantshewill be.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Case
I changethe subject after the slip of my tongue because I know damn well that my tongue or any other part of my body can’t get near Drake’s younger sister.
I wish I never met him.
“Why does your granddad call you Rush?” She asks with a wink of her eye.
I’m becoming more convinced that’s a nervous twitch because I thought I saw her toss one in the direction of our server. The kid can’t be older than twenty-one. Maybe I’m wrong, and Emma’s interested in him, but I’ve noticed the way she’s been watching me all night.
“My middle name is Rushton,” I explain. “It was my grandmother’s maiden name.”
Her eyes widen. “That makes a lot more sense than what I thought.”
It sure as hell does. I may have rushed in the sack when I was younger, but I’ve never been that fast. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing that you’ve given a woman a night to remember.
