Page 52 of Wicked Takeover
“What?”
“What you’re talking about.”
“I didn’t say anything.” He feigned confusion. “I was swallowing.”
“You know what I mean.”
He did, and he loved teasing her. “We’ve toyed with getting caught here. Now it’s time to up the ante.”
She leaned away from him, yet interest glittered in her eyes. “Surely you don’t expect us to do it outside in my car.”
He laughed. “Hell no.” Then sobered. “It’s too small.”
“Jasmina’s car? Van Gogh’s?”
“They walk here like I do.”
“I’m not doing it on a bus. No freaking way.”
“Who said we’d be in a vehicle? That’s so confining.”
Her curiosity ratcheted up several more notches. “Where will we be?”
“You’ll see.” He left it at that.
She bugged him for details, but he refused to provide any and didn’t bring up the subject again. He wanted her anticipation and desire to be out of control.
He’d know when that was.
