My heart began to race as her hand traveled up my inner thigh.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered.
She sighed. “Pretending to be your girlfriend. Which will be really hard if you break character this easily.”
“Shit. Sorry.”
With one quick glance out her window, she reset and was transformed into Jane again. “Dakota is so thoughtful and kind,” she purred. “He’s always thinking of others. He’s generous and loyal, and he knows how to make people feel special. Which is why people are so drawn to him; yes, including other women. But I know how much he loves me, so I don’t worry when I see him with other girls.”
Even though it was all an act, I almost felt proud of the man she was describing. I kinda wanted her to talk about me like that forreal.
“Thanks, babe.” I placed my hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “That means a lot to me.”
“But when Dakota’s with me? He makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world, and nothing else matters but us.” She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. “He’sallmine. ”
Sucked into her performance by her sultry voice, a rush of desire began to stir between my legs.
“Whoa.” I made a T gesture with my hands. “Timeout.”
“Dakota! Seriously?!” She laughed and gave me a little whack on the shoulder. “Don’t break character! All you have to do is follow my lead!”
“Sorry, but c’mon,” I growled, a husky note in my voice. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Doing what?”
“You know. With that sexy voice you’re doing. And your hand on my leg.”
“What about it?”
“This is a slim-fit suit, Olivia.”
“And?” she asked, still failing to make the connection.
“And I’m running out of room in certain regions.”
She remained confused until she finally glanced down and saw my lap. Once she realized what I was telling her, her eyes quickly darted away, and she snatched her hand away from my thigh, too.
“Dakota! Oh myGod!” She squealed with laughter and her cheeks quickly turned pink. “I can’t believe you! I swear, you better not pitch a tent at dinner … ”
“I’ll try my best. But if you do that voice, I can’t make any promises.” I turned and gave her a grin. “I’m convinced now, by the way.”
“Convinced about what?”
“You’re definitely not an escort.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because no escort would blush this much over a boner,” I said and brushed my knuckles against her silky arm. “You’re so freakin’ cute. I love it.”
I was really starting to enjoy making Olivia laugh—I loved how her body shook with delight, and her face beamed and she just seemed so damn happy. Her laugh itself was the most heavenly sound I think I’d ever heard.
But her laughter tapered off when she noticed I exited the highway.
“Hey. Wait.” She sat up straighter. “We’re pretty far out west for Summerlin, aren’t we?”
“Yeah. The owner of my company, uh, has got a lot of money.”
“Where exactly does he live?”
