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I Never Do This
Rio pulls away from the hotel. "Would you like to freshen up at my apartment before we go to dinner?"
Not sure how much freshening up is going to happen, I agree. I'd rather get messed up than more presentable right now.
"Send my address to Joni."
I nod and do what he says along with a picture of the front of the apartment building in a well-maintained area of Palermo when we reach it.
Her return text is filled with scathing commentary about my common sense and severe admonishments to be careful.
My reply is a little short, but seriously? Does she remember those first couple of weeks with Dylan? Joni wasnotthe soul of caution then.
Her next text arrives as Rio parks in the underground garage.
Joni:I'm sorry. You're smarter than anyone else I know.
And a few seconds later.
Joni:Have fun and get you some of that.
Joni: ::wink emoji::
Joni: ::melting face emoji::
Joni: ::eggplant emoji::
Joni: ::taco emoji::
Unable to help it, I burst out laughing.
Rio opens my door and offered his hand in a move I associate with men like my father, not young professionals. But I like it. There's a lot about Rio that fits with the old-world manners my dad drilled into my brothers and me.
He indicates my phone with a dip of his head. "Do I want to know?"
"I don't think so." I know I don't want him to.
He pulls me toward him, keeping me inside his personal space as he pushes the door shut behind me and arms the car's alarm.
"Oh...I get the feeling, maybe I do." His smile is wicked, his dark eyes teasing.
I duck around him. "She told me to be careful and that I didn't have the common sense of a flea."
He leads me to the elevator and waits for the doors to close before saying, "That's not what made you laugh."
I grin and shake my head. "Sorry. Not telling."
He grabs for my phone, which I not so smartly am still holding.
Laughing, I pull my arm back to keep it out of reach. "No. You are not reading my texts."
One strong arm pulls me into the hard body, and his other hand stretches for the phone.
I gasp. Our bodies are connected from chest to hip and the last thing I'm thinking about is my phone right now. Humor is replaced by fierce sexual energy.
He bends toward me, his mouth coming perilously close to mine. "I did not bring you here for this."
"Didn't you?" I ask, breathless.
