Page 43 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Am I?” I rub at my jaw.
She nods.
“You changed your shampoo,” I say. I blink, surprised I even said that.
“What?”
“You smell different. Vanilla and marshmallows last time. When we met at the elevator. Now, coconut.” I swallow hard.
She grins. “You noticed?”
Of course I fucking noticed.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Yes.”
“Didn’t expect you to remember that.” She shrugs.
“I have a good nose.” I flick my gaze toward her, and fuck, she’s biting her lip. “You smell incredible,” I add before I can stop myself.
Her head snaps toward me, eyes wide.
I look away. “Not in a weird way.”
She smiles, turning back to the road.
Why is she so fucking pretty?
Halfway home, she shifts in her seat.
“You don’t have to worry,” she says suddenly.
I glance over. “About what?”
She hesitates. Then, in a near-whisper: “Threesomes.”
My hands flex on the wheel. I glance at her again. “Okay.”
She watches me. “That’s all?”
“It’s not illegal.”
She rolls her eyes. “I never said it was.”
I exhale, eyes on the road. “Look, I don’t like my business out there.”
She nods slowly. “Fair.”
Silence stretches until the next stoplight, when she suddenly holds out her pinky.
I glance at it, then at her. “What?”
“Pinky promise,” she says, wiggling it.
I snort. “You serious?”
She just grins.
I stare for a second, then sigh, hooking my pinky around hers. Her smile is so goddamn bright. And for the first time all night, the tightness in my chest eases.
