Subtly, I tug my shirt down and arch my back to hoist the girls out. And in addition to pressing my arms together, my thighs get in on the action to give my throbbing clit a frisson of relief.
The date has barely begun, and I’m already aching for him.
A puff of pheromone-charged air invades my nostrils when he straightens his torso, facing the front windshield.
How dare he move and make his scent waft over to me like that? I’m highly offended on behalf of my clit and all other clits that have been in sniffing distance of Reed.
His velvet voice snaps me to attention. “Are you planning to tell my sister about tonight?”
“Tell her what?”
“That you’re going on a real date with me.”
I inhale—as one does to sustain life—and instantly regret it. I can’t escape his mouthwatering scent in the confines of the car. It’s too hot to roll down the window without a plausible reason. Thus, I’ll die from suffocation by the time we arrive at our destination.
Oh well. RIP to me. I had a good run.
“Sooo, are you telling her?” he prods.
I rewind his question in my mind. “Of course. In fact, I already texted her so she doesn’t worry where I am. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Since I’m moments away from passing out from lack of oxygen, I allow myself a tiny wisp of a breath. Irefuseto breathe deeply. My clit can only stand so much blood flow before it explodes. Shallow breaths from here on out.
Unaware of my unfortunate rapid descent into horniness and alarming refusal to breathe, he gives me a side-long glance. “I assume she’ll be ecstatic, especially considering the whole bogus migraine thing the other night.”
With a sigh, I cave and give up the charade. “Was it that obvious?”
“Yes,” he answers flatly. “Which makes me wonder if you were in on it or if it was all her idea.”
“I guess you’ll never know.”
He chuckles, the tone hinting at darkness. “Well, well, well. Lila Kent, how did we get here?”
“Fairly certain you shifted into reverse, backed out of the space, and then put the car in drive.”
He shakes his head. “You know what I mean. How did we go from you swiping my keys to ditch to scheming with my sister to get me alone?”
“Scheming is a stretch. And have you forgotten your role in this? After all, you were waiting for me the other night when I got off from work,beggingme to go on a date with you.” I feign condescension. “I felt sorry for you. It was pity.”
He attempts to impersonate a diabolical villain, hunching his shoulders and using a grating tone. “Excellent. My plan came together perfectly.Mwahaha.”
When my laughter fades, curiosity shoots something I don’t want answered out of my mouth. “Same question to you. Howdid you go from being enraged at me for ditching you to showing up to ask me out on a date a few nights later?”
“I should’ve known you’d turn that around on me. Well played.”
“I’m a rascal,” I tease, bobbing my shoulders in time with my eyebrows.
Honestly, I’m not keen to find out his answer. I already know he’s using me again. This time, however, he’s not using me for hot sex but to get info out of me for his job. But he can’t use me if I use him first. I’m sure that logic checks out as long as I don’t think about it for long.
“I guess you’re not answering, which is fine.” I shrug, then change the topic. “We already did the dinner date. So where are we going this time?”
“I’ll give you a choice.”
“Very chivalrous of you. What are the options?”
“Axes or clubs?”
“Excuse me?” My head juts forward, eyes bulging. “How about neither? I’m too old to go clubbing. And no offense, but I don’t trust you with an ax.”
