Page 80 of Watching Her

At least I resisted fanning my face.

“Don’t you have a driver for everywhere you go? A nice but stuffy chauffeur?” With Marlee’s help, I’d selected wisely, a lovely short black dress with no adornment, the type easily worn to a nice but not too elegant dinner or even to go dancing. However, instead of heels, I’d chosen flat but adorable ballet-style shoes.

Even though he was dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt open at the neck, I suddenly regretted not choosing the heels.

“What you must think of me. I do not have and never will have a driver. Why should I?” His laugh was as deep as I remembered, genuinely surprised at my comment. He backed away from the door, allowing me to see what he was driving.

“Wow. A Ferrari. Are you trying to impress me?”

“Would it work if that’s what I was doing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Is Ferrari considered a bad word in your extensive vocabulary?”

“No, I’ve simply never ridden inside a car that cost three times the price of my house.”

He leaned in, allowing me an incredible whiff of his aftershave. “Then we need to work on providing new experiences. Another little secret I’m happy to let you know. I’m the kid who had six speeding tickets by the time I was twenty-one. I adore fast cars. Are you ready?”

“A total rule breaker.”

“Every. Single. Day.”

Everything about Christian was different than spending time with any other man. Not only did he reek of passion, but he exuded the same sadistic nature provided in his paintings. The thought was progressively appealing.

As his nostrils flared, my lips curved into a slow smile and I couldn’t help but provide him with the same scrutiny as he’d done with me. Only I licked my lips in admiration. I relished the power of his undivided attention. I met his eyes again, letting the silence hum with the undeniable heat radiating between us.

“Where are we going?”

“All good things come to those who have patience.”

“Who said I did?”

He backed away, giving me space, instantly moving behind me after I closed and locked the door. When he placed his hand on the small of my back as he’d done before, I was reminded of his possessive nature. Another chill was followed by a striking sense of electricity, leaving me breathless as he guided me to his expensive car.

Marlee’s words stuck in my mind. At least for tonight, I was determined to forget about the asshole, concentrating instead on Christian’s dark and dangerous persona.

I found myself as I’d done before, mesmerized by the sheer power radiating off him. He was a tempest that could dismantle everything in his path, but to me, he offered a sanctuary.

My play on words with his last name amused me, enough I allowed a nervous laugh.

When we were standing by the passenger door, he crowded my space from behind. “I do make you nervous. Good. I want you eager and willing yet thoughtful about everything we do both apart and together. My sweet, sweet Penelope.”

His words left me with a jolt of current running from the back of my neck down the length of both legs, the final resting spot leaving a deep throb in my pussy strong enough I clenched my legs together even as I eased onto the soft leather seat.

He was deliberate about everything but barely took the time to glance into the rearview mirror before roaring the engine to life and pulling away from the curb.

“Where did you say we were going again?”

He swung a look in my direction just before sliding dark sunglasses onto his face. “I didn’t, but a very nice try.”

My sweet Lord, the man was insanely handsome, much more now that he wasn’t in a suit. There was something scintillating about a man wearing leather.

As he weaved his way through the streets, I tried to figure out where he could be going. A few minutes later, I had a feeling I knew. “You’re headed to the river.”

“Very astute, but which side of the river?”

“You’re taking me to Indiana?”