Page 27 of Turn Me On

His nose scrunched as he peered down at me. “Of course. When do I not drive?”

“I…don’t know. Good point.” I nuzzled into his chest. “You’re wearing clothes.”

The full, hearty sound of his laugh filled my ears. “I’m not going to walk out of here in the buff.”

I pursed my lips. “There was that time you forgot to put on underwear. And pants. And you made it all the way to the first-floor lobby before you realized you were half-nude.”

“Onetime!” he shouted, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. “A guy forgets his boxersonetime and never lives it down.”

I slapped his ass, which was square in front of my face. “You gave the lady at the security desk a heart attack!”

“No such thing happened,” he insisted, walking us to the elevators.

I went limp, succumbing to my fate of being hoisted out of the building like a rag doll. “I’m exaggerating. But shewashyperventilating so hard, she needed to use her inhaler.”

The club was quiet. Empty. It was always so strange seeing it empty after hours, but the quiet was welcome. The elevator chimed and I saw the doors open from my upside-down vantage point.

“Can you blame her?” he asked, loading us into the compartment and setting me on my feet.

“No.” I smiled up at him. “No, I can’t.”