That damn stupid nickname seems to have survived. More’s the pity. Not least because it brings yet another reminder of how I got it.
I can’t help but squirm in my seat, and to my instant humiliation, Alex notices. He smirks.
“Oh that’s why,” he says, reaching the main road and turning toward the city.
“Why what? And where are we going?”
“Why you provoke me.” He glances across. “You like it. To the airport.”
“We’re not going to the airport. And I don’tlikeit.”
“We are. I think you do.”
“No,” I say firmly, answering both points.
“Keep believing that, Tink.” He settles back in his seat. “We have a plane to catch.”
“What about my stuff? I’m not going home with you.”
“We’re not going home.”
I glare at him. “I don’t have time for your games, Alex.”
“Of course you do. If you were short of time, you wouldn’t have spent a week hiding in Miami.”
“I don’t even have my luggage or a change of clothes. Or my goddamnpassport. I flew on my driver’s license.”
“That’s implied consent,” he says smugly. And damn him if he’s not right. “I brought you clothes from home. And your passport, as it happens.”
He didwhat?
“I need my laptop.”
“I’ll buy you another. I presume everything’s in the cloud.” He glances across at me. “That’s you out of excuses.”
I look away, glowering at the window.
Why the hell have I agreed to this?
But I know the answer.
Because as much as I hate it, I still love the man sitting next to me.
Even when he pins me down and spanks me.
Or worse… maybeespeciallywhen he pins me down and spanks me.
Nineteen
Vicky
Alex pulls two suitcases out of the back of the rental and walks into Miami International Airport like he expects me to follow.
And I follow.
How has our relationship changed so much?
I fell in love with a man who wined and dined me, was charming, magnetic,flatteringlyout of my league, and persistent. This one is not the same at all… and yet he is, too.
