Page 21 of Kiss Kiss Bang
CHAPTER FIVE
The race for Governor of Florida is getting tight. While the infamous “Harry’s Hacker” strikes again, candidate Russo’s image has also taken a nosedive after photos surfaced of the single-mother, wholesome, family-values candidate in a scorching lip-lock with a stranger in an elevator during an emergency situation . . .
“Ha! Ha! I won.” She had her hands up in victory. When she was worked up, she was sexy as fuck, but when she was relaxed she was absolutely adorable.
“You are a competitive little thing,” Joey said, taking off his helmet. Instead of going straight to dinner, he’d taken her to a new indoor go-cart racing track. It was a fun way to blow off some steam, and it wasn’t too intimate of a place where she’d be overthinking every little thing. He jumped out of the cart, placed the helmet on the seat, and hurried to help her out.
She pulled off her helmet and that thick long hair fell down in waves. It was the first time he’d seen her with her hair down and he absolutely loved it. His cock stirred when his thoughts went to burying his face in her hair as he slid his cock into her.
“And now I get to pick where we eat,” she sing-songed.
He shook his head, trying to clear the perverted little cobwebs roaming inside. He reached for her hand and helped her up and out of the cart. Her face was pink from the exertion and adrenaline, and just as quickly as the inappropriate thoughts left, they came flooding right back. He had to bite the inside of his cheek when she bent down to tie her sneakers. Her jeans were tight, and ripped at one knee. Her loose and flowy shirt was black with little cherries on it, and when she stood upright again and ran her fingers through her hair, the bottom of her shirt exposed a little strip of soft white skin, right by her belly button. And the fact that she’d beat him—fair and square, cutting corners, bumping his car, blocking his movements—made him want to know even more about her. She was intriguing and unique, and he found himself liking her a lot more than he should, considering they’d met less than a week ago.
“Do I have helmet hair?”
He shook his head, took her helmet, and went back to the front desk to return it, needing a moment to compose himself. He’d never noticed a woman’s hair before—not like this, at least. It was so lush and shiny . . . he needed to stop thinking or else he’d attack her like he had in the elevator. He needed to take things slow, that had been the plan for the date. He wanted her to feel comfortable and safe with him before he touched her again, otherwise she’d retreat.
He chuckled to himself when he thought about agreeing to go on just one date with her. Like he’d just let her walk away?
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Nothing. So, where to?” he asked.
A big silly smile spread across her face. “The Greenery.”
“The Greenery?” He let out a big hearty laugh. “Of course.”
“Oh yeah. The best salad bar in all of Miami.” She was practically jumping from foot to foot in excitement. “I can’t ever eat there because Sophie hates it.”
He walked alongside her to his car, careful not to reach for her hand, although he really really wanted to. “So how does a military man afford a car like this?”
He opened the door to his Ferrari and helped her in. “I won it.”
She stopped and looked up at him. “You won it?”
He closed the door and jogged around, then once he was seated in the driver’s side he continued. “I entered a contest and won.”
“What kind of contest?”
“More like a tournament. It was sponsored by an anti-virus company. They wanted to see if anyone could bypass their security system.”
“And you did? You bypassed it? And they gave you a car?” He glanced over at her and she was smirking and looking skeptical and unimpressed.
“Yep. Took me seven minutes and nine seconds.”
He turned on the car and it purred underneath them as they took off for dinner.
“You’re being serious?”
“Yeah. Completely serious.”
“Well . . . wow. I’m impressed.”
“Then it was all worth it,” he said, genuinely.
“You know, I was just teasing you, we can go somewhere else to eat.”
He turned his face and smiled. “No. We’re going there. I want you to have fun and if eating grass floats your boat . . .”
