Page 27 of Mine Forever
He gestures overhead. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re up against a time crunch, and it’ll go faster if I drive since I know where we need to go.”
I don’t have to like that he makes a very good point, but I need to concede it.
Think of the business, Eden. That’s all that matters.
“Okay, lead the way.”
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We ridein silence most of the way to town, the tension so thick I can hardly breathe.
If I don’t say something soon, I’m going to word vomit something inappropriate.
“As a thank you for letting me stay, I’d like to make you dinner. Have any preferences?”
“I’ll eat anything that tastes good.”
He glances over at me for a moment before focusing back on the road, a wicked smile lifting one edge of his mouth. “You remember, right?”
I look away, staring out the side window at the passing landscape. “I remember.”
As if I can forget.
And it’s something I need to get out of my head. Chase has always been an intense guy, and the orgasms he induced were no exception.
When I get back to New York, I need to find a man and get laid properly.
Unfortunately, this sudden case of horniness I seem to be afflicted with has one antidote.
The man sitting mere feet from me in all his shirtless, sexy-as-sin glory.
“Doesn’t this thing have air?” I ask, my voice laced with irritation.
“The airison.”
I fan my face then reach over to mess with the climate controls. But there are so many it looks like the dashboard of a damn jet. “Well, it’s like a sauna in here.”
He takes his eyes off the road for a minute to reach over and turn up the fan for my side of the cabin. Cool air blows out, hitting my overheated skin.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
When we come to a stop at one of the few traffic lights on the strip, he looks over at me, a brow raised. “You’re planning to drug me with dinner, aren’t you? So that I’ll say yes to your proposal?”
“Well, hell. You figured me out.” I throw my hands up. “Guess I’ll have to move to plan B.”
“Do I want to know what plan B is?”
I give him a smirk I hope makes him squirm. “Nope. But if we want to make it back to your house any time soon, you’ll need to take your foot off the brake.” I gesture toward the windshield. “Green light.”
He drags his gaze from mine and stomps on the gas, making the truck lurch.
I roll my lips inward to keep from laughing and look out the window until we arrive at the Island Grocery.
The parking lot’s packed, and it appears everyone on the island is making their last-minute run for groceries.
