Page 100 of Little Sunshine

Her nose crinkled. “Trying to get that awful new car smell out, huh?”

I chuckled before trying again. “Mila?—”

That hint of humor was gone just as fast. “Which car?”

I pointed toward a gray Range Rover. “But hold up.”

She didn’t, hightailing it to the SUV. She tried the door, but it was locked, giving me the chance to box her in with my hands on the roof. She kept her back to me.

“Look at me.” When she did, I dropped a hand to her hip to turn her so she faced me.

“I am capable of moving myself. You know that, right? You don’t always have to move me how you want me.”

That statement and the images it created hardened my dick to the point of pain. I ignored it and focused on her. “Look, I know you’re pissed. I get it. But it’s a safety thing. And I’ll never risk that.”

Sadness. Christ, so much fucking sadness filled her blue eyes as she slowly nodded.

Her sass made me hard.

But that expression on her face broke my damn heart.

“You don’t have to keep it,” I said. “But at least use the phone while you’re staying with me.”

It wasn’t a lie. I just wasn’t sharing how long I intended to keep her with me.

Her mouth opened and then closed before opening again. “What?”

Wondering if my assumption was wrong, my eyes narrowed. “Is there something else on your mind?”

“No.” She blinked a few times. “I’m just shocked you’re compromising.”

I wasn’t sure which I wanted to do more—swat her smart-ass or find a better way to occupy her smart mouth. Since neither was a possibility yet, I stepped away before I lost that shred of control I had.

I waited until we were in the car before asking, “You got a taste for anything?”

“Not really.”

Even if she did, it was unlikely she would tell me.

“Mexican?”

Her expression lit.

“Mexican it is,” I said before she tried to lob the decision back to me. I drove in silence for a few minutes. “So… Did you find anything to clean?”

Her brows shot up quickly before she let out a long sigh. “No. For such a fancy hotel, the rooms are really boring.”

“Not the rest of them. That’s my personal penthouse, so when the last remodel was done, they left it for me to set up how I want. I haven’t gotten around to it.”

If I thought the mention of Mexican food had excited her, it was nothing compared to her reaction to that. “There are so many possibilities. What do you think you’ll do?”

I shrugged. “Haven’t thought about it.”

“Was it recently remodeled?”

I thought for a second. “Five years ago or so.”

Her lips parted, and fuck, I wanted to kiss them.

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