"I'm too tired to drive," I murmured.
"My chariot awaits," he said, grinning in the dark.
I rolled my eyes. "I need my car tomorrow."
"We have other cars at the house," he said. "I had the foresight to order a few more, just in case you lit any more cars on fire."
I swatted him. "That was an act of divine intervention," I told him. "Totally not my fault."
"Oh, absolutely," he said, helping me into my coat. "I don't know how gasoline got poured all over that car."
"Wasn't me," I said, taking his arm.
* * *
"I'm surprisedyou managed to get up this early," Mace commented the next morning as he drove me to the office.
"I'll have you know I can be a morning person when it's called for," I said, fiddling with the radio. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me."
"I think I know all of you," he replied smugly.
"Stop, unless you want to have parking lot sex and then do the walk of shame into the office," I warned as we drove up the road to the PharmaTech offices.
"I mean, it is early," he said, "and hardly anyone is here."
I shivered and picked at a lasagna stain on my shirt. I didn't have that many clothes. Maybe Marnie would let me borrow something of hers for the conference.
"So," Mace said as he parked the car. "Parking lot sex?"
"I'll have you know I've stooped quite low in my life," I retorted, grabbing my bag and opening the car door. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to stoop quite this low."
"What about bending over?" he said with a grin as he stepped out of the car.
"Depends on what's behind me," I replied as I came up next to him.
"I don't think you've had any complaints," Mace murmured. I slid my hand down his chest and hooked two fingers under his waistband. I felt the muscles twitch.
"I'll come oversee your narration this afternoon," I told him, giving him a kiss goodbye.
I didn't walk into the office with Mace. Instead I met Willow at my car.
"Ready to go proof the conference swag?" I asked Willow, who was waiting impatiently at the car.
"I don't know if we need to talk about Mace or Anke on the ride over," my friend said as she buckled her seat belt.
"I cannot believe she weaseled her way in. I keep hoping it's a bad dream," I said as we drove out of town to the manufacturer.
"Is she after Mace?" Willow asked, digging in my purse for some candy.
"Who knows? She claimed she wasn't, but she's just a lying liar," I grumbled.
"You sound serious about him," Willow remarked.
"I mean, I don't know. I think he's just having fun. I don't know if I can really make a big commitment. Isn't that what those billionaires are like? Maybe I'm just an easy lay—not that I'm complaining. This is probably the most exercise I've had in a while," I admitted.
"But do you like him?" Willow pressed.
I was silent for a moment. "I do really like him," I said carefully. "I just wonder, once he really knows me, maybe he won't like me very much."
