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“Looks like our time here is up, Kitty Cat.” he says.
“Oh.” Disappointment overwhelm every one of my senses. My hands are still clinging to him, my leg is still hooked around his thigh, and my eyes are still searching his for confirmation that maybe this isn’t over.
Slowly, we untangle ourselves from each other.No, don’t go!But just like at the hotel, the words never take shape in my throat.
As his warmth drifts further away, I’m desperately searching my mind for something to say.
Something to tell him—and me—that thiscan’tbe how it all ends.
I stare at him, chewing my lower lip as I contemplate what I can say.
Running a hand through his thick hair, he nods toward the door. “But that doesn't mean the night has to be over. Not yet.”
My heart skips.
The last thing I want as your bestest best friend is for you to duck out on fate … or to miss out on good dick.I can hear Nadia’s voice. I’m not asking you to find the love of your life here.
“You’re serious.”
“Always.” He smiles like it’s a joke, but I have a feeling it isn’t. Konstantin has a gravity to everything he does. He’s charming … arrogant … And all of it is wrapped in just the right amount of danger.
I know he’s a man who’s used to getting his way.
Just parachute into a bed with a hot stranger, have some fun, and break a few hearts of your own.
Konstantin extends his hand toward me, and I know that if I take it, there’s only one way this will end between us.
Forget the past.
I put my hand in his, feeling the surge of heat and electricity shooting through every fiber of my being.
And for the second time tonight, I tell him …
“Lead the way.”
6
EMILY
It’smy first time being in a Lamborghini, and I’mfurious.
Not because the car is bad—God, no. It’s because all I can think about is how much I want one, and that I’ll never be able to make that happen.
Konstantin takes a sharp curve along the edge of the cliff, making it seem like we’re going to swing straight over the cusp and into the sea below. The stars and moon create a luminous blue shimmer on the water. I crack the window to let the salty wind inside, not caring how my hair whips in my eyes and mouth.
“They don’t drive like this in Wisconsin!” I laugh.
“Why not? Isn’t it all big empty fields?”
“How dare you.” I give him a scathing look. “Wealsohave corn.”
“But not the sea.” He nods. “And certainly not me.”
“Has that lineeverworked?” I ask.
Konstantin throws back his head, laughing with such force that his throat flexes. I’m enamored by the angles of his face. A professional sculptor couldn’t make edges that sharp.
“Here we are,” he says as he pulls up a steep driveway that branches off the main road. We’ve only gone a few miles. I wish he lived further away just so the drive wasn’t over with. I was enjoying the purr of the engine.
