Page 284 of Handsome Devil
I was already getting up, water sloshing off me as I went to make my exit. “Do you even know what we’re listening toright now?”
“Rihanna!” He grabbed my wrist before I could step out. “Definitely Rihanna. I was confused.”
“Hmm.” I eyed him.
“Uh… what’s that song? The one about whips and chains? Classic.”
I sat back down. “It’s called ‘S&M.’ And you’re lucky I didn’t just walk out on you.”
“Over Beyoncé?”
“There are some differences that just can’t be worked out.”
“I mean, obviously we’re totally incompatible.”
I grinned. “I love that you have the balls to disagree with me.”
“Other men don’t disagree with you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never kept one around long enough to disagree with me. Usually they’ve only been around for the ‘just agree with her so she’ll sleep with you’ part.”
He scowled.
“Should I not have shared that?” I asked innocently.
“It’s fine. I’m really into honesty these days. Full disclosures. That’s my new drug.”
“Ask me anything,” I said. “I’m an open book.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“But only for you, baby,” I amended.
His expression grew sweetly serious, and he asked me, “What would you do right now, if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?”
“Easy. I’d gather everyone I love around and have a huge party with them. And then I’d sneak off somewhere private with my husband and make love to him for the rest of the night.”
He picked up his phone and started texting or something.
“What are you doing?” I inquired.
“Inviting everyone over for the party.”
“Uh, am I dying tomorrow?”
Dane gave me a dry look. “I fucking hope not. But obviously if that’s what you chose to do with your last night on Earth, it’s the most important thing to you. So, let’s do it.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes. Tonight. And as many nights as we possibly can.”
“But… we have no furniture.”
“So?”
“A bunch of my friends are away right now, on tour. Katie and Jesse are away…”
“So we’ll invite the ones who’re here. And when Katie and Jesse get back, we’ll have another party.”
