“I want you to keep that naughty mouth closed,” I said. “If you said these things in public I’d die of humiliation.”
“Says the girl who grinded her ass against my cock in the middle of baking class.”
“That was because we were at the back of class and no one could see,” I said. “But now we’re going to be at a public event, surrounded by your industry colleagues and friends. I don’t want us to make a scene.”
“So that means we can’t find a hidden space somewhere to have sex in public?”
“No!”
“What about heavy petting in the restroom?”
“Oh my god.” I buried my hands in my face. “This is what I get for dating a rock star, isn’t it?”
Crap. I winced internally. I hadn’t meant to call it a date. Was it a date? I peeked through my fingers at Zain, but he didn’t seem perturbed. Maybe the comment had slipped by him. Or maybe he was okay with calling it a date. Either way, I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t call attention to my wording.
“If you could please refrain from PDA, I’d very much appreciate it,” I told him. “And, also, could you try not to sound as conceited as you usually do? It’s embarrassing.”
“So basically, keep my mouth shut, my ego under wraps, and my hands to myself,” he said. “That doesn’t sound like a fun night at all.”
“If you’re good at the event, I’ll reward you later.”
His eyebrow twitched.
“What kind of reward?” he asked.
“The sexy kind,” I said.
“I’ll be good,” he said immediately.
“Are you sure you can be on your best behavior for an entire evening?” I asked. “No innuendo? No sly touches?”
“None at all,” he said.
“For some reason I highly doubt you have that level of self-control,” I said. “And the idea that you can go a whole evening without bragging about yourself is laughable.”
“You wound me, Grace.”
“Let’s play a game,” I said. “If you can manage to go the first hour without giving me that horny look, touching me somewhere inappropriate or puffing up your own ego, I’ll let you…”
“Let me what?” he asked with a sly smile when I didn’t finish. “What will you let me do, Grace?”
Damn. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I’d just wanted to needle him, but now I was stuck.
“How about this.” He put his hand back on my thigh and squeezed. “If I’m good for an hour now, you’ll let me be bad for an hour later.”
My breath caught.
“How about it Grace?” He lowered his voice until it was a sensual murmur. “Do you want me to be bad?”
The fire simmering at the apex of my thighs ignited. My stomach muscles clenched. Blood rushed through my ears.
Forget about Zain’s libido, now I was the one who was tempted to just pull the car over and climb into the backseat to have my way with him.
“Let’s put it this way,” I said. “The better behaved you are now, the naughtier I’ll let you be later.”
“In that case,” he said. “I’ll be so well-behaved they’ll nominate me for sainthood.”
Fourteen
