Page 92 of The Riskiest Move

“It’s all part of my nefarious plan. I’ve been lulling you into a false sense of complacency, and you’re just now realizing it.”

“You’re like an evil genius. Should I be worried for my virtue too?” she asks, her voice thick with amusement and something more I can’t pinpoint.

My gaze swings to her face for a split second, finding her watching me. “Absolutely.”

“Is that a promise?” she asks, making my dick twitch.

“It’s a guarantee,” I state. “We should probably change the subject, though, or I might crash before I get to do any of the things I’ve been imaging.”

She giggles. “How about I turn on the radio? Music is always a good distraction.”

“Go for it.”

She checks all the programmed channels before settling on “Insane in the Brain” by Cypress Hill. “I love this song,” she announces before singing along with every single lyric. She bounces around in her seat, waving her arms. I wish I weren’t driving so I could keep my eyes on her. It doesn’t take long for her enthusiasm to rub off on me and I join her—minus the dancing part. With such precious cargo in my car, I can’t be reckless.

The channel plays a string of nineties songs. We sing through songs by Warrant, Pearl Jam, Sublime, blink-182, and Dr. Dre. When “Your Body is a Wonderland” comes on, my hand wrapsaround her thigh as I serenade her. She makes me lose my mind, for sure.

“You have a sexy singing voice,” she tells me when the song ends.

I laugh. “I guess having such a stunning woman sitting next to me inspired me.” She places her hand on top of mine, still curved around her thigh.

We arrive at the Williamsburg Visitor Center and I park my car in an area that’s less populated. Scarlett snickers beside me, and I ask, “What?”

“Can’t have your baby getting scratched.”

I pat the dashboard. “She’s a good girl. I need to keep her safe.” As I slide from my seat, I tell her to wait, then I move around to open her door. I give her my hand and tug her up from the low position.

“Thanks,” she says, her head swiveling as she looks around. “I’m excited about exploring everything.”

“Anything in particular you want to check out?”

“No. I really wanted to come here because of all the pictures I’ve seen showing off the Colonial-era homes.”

“Let’s get exploring, and if you see something you want to check out, let me know.” I find her hand with mine and we start on our way. After a few minutes, we come to a sign that directs us to an area where you can purchase tickets to take a guided tour. We decide on a horse drawn carriage tour, and James, our guide, points out various landmarks and fills us in on the history of the area.

“Colonial Williamsburg spans 301 acres and is the world’s largest living history museum,” he tells us. “Back in the eighteenth century this was the center of the government for the Colony of Virginia.”

Taking in all the views as we ride around in the carriage, it really does feel like we’ve been transported back in time. I turnto look at Scarlett and find her beaming as she takes it all in. I squeeze her hand and she glances at me. “Having fun?”

Her nod is enthusiastic. “It’s so beautiful, and with the leaves changing color… I can’t even put it into words. I feel like I needed to see this. Maybe I was a Southern belle in a past life.”

“You could’ve been.”

“Can you picture me in one of those puffy dresses, with a parasol to shade my fair skin?” she asks.

“Is the top low cut?” I ask.

Her eyebrows draw together. “It could be.”

“Then I can picture it.”

She nudges my arm with her elbow. “Perv.”

“Hey, if I am, it’s because of you. You corrupted me.”

She leans over, placing her lips next to my ear, whispering, “And I’m not done yet.”

Hello, instant erection.

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