Her casual tone didn’t fool him. She was probing about their sleeping arrangements. As he placed her overnight bag in his trunk, he answered, “In a condo on the beach.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“A four-bedroom condo,” he added. “But I have every confidence only one of the bedrooms will be getting used.”
“So cocky.” But as she slipped into the town car, her whisper-soft moan was the sweetest sound he’d heard in a long, long time.
9
Rico’s Kink Club
Evangeline had been awake half the night trying to reconcile her situation. Working with Sin was a good thing, but going to a kink club with him was tempting fate. Controlling herself around him would be impossible.
Once, she’d found the hedonistic environment freeing. Her demanding job had her wound too tightly and her skilled partner had the ability to get her out of her head and take care of her needs. Being with Sin had had no downside.
C’mon, I can do this. It’s one quick trip to find the woman who derailed my career. So what if it’s with my former kink partner?
“You’re quiet,” he said, crashing in on her thoughts.
She eyed her stilettos. “Wondering how I’m going to run through the airport in these four- inch heels.”
“There won’t be any running.”
Why does he have to look so damn amused?
When they passed the sign for departures, she asked, “Where are we going?”
“To the private jet terminal.”
Right, of course, he chartered a plane.
Sin’s driver pulled into a parking lot near a stand-alone building. Before Evangeline had made a move to leave, the driver opened her door. She thanked him and waited while he pulled their bags from the trunk. “I’ll bring these onboard for you,” he said to Sin.
“Enjoy your time off, Anton,” Sin replied.
With a tight nod, he said, “Have a good flight, sir, ma’am.”
Sin extended his hand. “C’mon.”
“Ah, so your driver has a name.” As she slipped her hand into his, it was as if her missing puzzle piece had been found. And her heart rejoiced. She silently cursed herself out for feeling this happy about touching him, but the truth was…she did.
“Kevin Anton. Former Green Beret.”
“You need a Green Beret as a driver?”
“He also provides personal protection,” Sin replied.
After entering the small terminal, they sidled up to the counter. A perky blonde grinned up at him. “Hello, Mr. Develin.”
“Did Santa bring you everything you asked for?”
She held his gaze an extra second before shaking her head. “Not everything.” Then, she got busy checking them in.
When they exited the terminal, he pointed to a nearby plane. “That baby is mine.”
Holy hell, he’s not joking.
“Are you the pilot, too?”
