Page 54 of Brutal Sin
His insurance policy would make sure ofit.
He slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door behind him. “You ready?”
“Do I have a choice?” She ran a hand down her thigh, straightening non-existent wrinkles in her dress. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“To a bar not far from here.” He started the ignition and pulled onto the street. “I know the guy who owns the place.”
“Will there be music and dancing?”
He could see her cleavage from the corner of his eye. The lush curves were enough to drive him to distraction. “You don’t want music. Dance floors are for guys looking for an easy lay. What you need is someone willing to hold a conversation. If they don’t bother learning who you are, they won’t bother learning what youwant.”
“But I like dancing.”
And his dick loved the thought of seeing those hips sway. “Not tonight, you don’t.”
She sighed and rested her head against the passenger window. “If you sayso.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I sayso.”
The drive was quiet, the soft hum of her voice underlining every song on his playlist. This time he itched to fill the void. He had questions. He had suggestions. But every time he thought of something to say, he fell into a pathetic hole where he analyzed the necessity of everyword.
He questioned himself.
Overher.
What thehell?
“So…” He pushed through the analytical crap like a motherfucker and focused instead on his building jealousy. “The guy from this afternoon, are you seeinghim?”
Her head snapped around. “What guy? Callum? No.” The questions shot at him. “He’s a regular at the cafe. This afternoon was the first time he’s spoken anything other than a drink order tome.”
“He asked you out, right?” He hadn’t needed to hear the words to read the man’s shit-scared demeanor. “What did yousay?”
“Why do youcare?”
“I don’t. I’m only trying to get a feel for how you vet potential lovers.”
She focused out her window and spoke softly. “I politely declined.”
“Good.” The guy wasn’t her type. Anyone with a spine as languid as a snake would be an unworthy match for her. She craved strength and dominance. Not a hesitant guy who rocked from foot to foot while talking to his crush.
“For now,” she added. “I think I might need to reassess after tonight.”
“Why?” He maneuvered through the light traffic, taking in side-glances of her as he went. “What’s going to happen tonight?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I think I need to stop focusing all my attention on a sexual connection. It’s time to lean more toward a mentalbond.”
“That sounds dreamy,” he drawled. “Let me know how it feels when your hymen growsback.”
She gave a breathy snicker. “You’re such a dick. Just because you enjoy solitude doesn’t mean everyone else hasto.”
“One doesn’t have to be the loneliest number. To me, it’s the most reliable.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” She shot a glance over her shoulder, giving a quick inspection of the car’s interior.
He held his breath and clenched the steering wheel when her eyes widened. For fuck’s sake. Why couldn’t he catch a break?
“You kept the books?” she asked.
