Page 38 of Dirty Intentions

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Shane

“What the fuck was I thinking?” I said these words aloud to my best friend while getting ready to go pick up Daniella on Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t believe I was going to a wedding—and with a date with whom I’d supposedly established boundaries.

“Beats me. You gonna try to catch the garter?”

Leave it to Max to fuck with me.

“Ha. And no. Maybe I should tell her I’ve changed my mind.”

His eyes narrowed. “Dude. The girl calls and gets a plus one, thus able to save face in front of her ex by bringing a new date—and you want to bail? Even for you, that would be shitty.”

I scrunched my face. “What the hell does even for me mean?”

“It means you aren’t exactly into social graces. But if you’d wanted to back out, then fifteen minutes before you go pick her up is not the time. Man up. She’s not like Tina, so I don’t think you need to worry about her taking tonight the wrong way.”

I hated it when he knew exactly what I was thinking. Then again, I often returned the favor. “You’re right. Unless you think you’ll need help tonight?”

He shook his head. “New Year’s Eve is the day after tomorrow. That’s the party. Tonight will be the same old shit with the same old people. You should go and enjoy a rare Sunday evening off.”

Rare was right. Seldom did I take a night completely off. If I did, it was typically a weekday, not on the weekend when things were busy. But I did plan on enjoying tonight. Hell, just the thought of having Daniella’s ass made me hard. We’d been moving up the size of her plugs. I wasn’t an anal virgin, but knowing she was had me all sorts of giddy.

Yes. Giddy. Like a fucking teenager.

Damn. I couldn’t explain this hold she had over me, but the fact that even my dick had fallen suit was really getting to me. “Daniella indicated she should be done with the audit by Wednesday.”

“So she said. In fact, I need to help her on Monday or Tuesday to reconcile some of the bar receipts. Heather is being less than obliging.”

“Yeah. She’s jealous of the attention I’m giving Daniella.” I closed down the computer screen I’d been looking at and stood up. I was already dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a proper white, starched shirt and a blue tie. “Call me if you have any trouble.”

Max laughed. “Sorry, buddy. No lifelines for you tonight.”

***

Any reservation I had about attending a wedding quickly went out the window once Daniella opened her hotel room door. She was wearing a black strapless dress and her hair piled on top of her head in a curled coif.

“You look, uh, nice.”

She rolled her saucy blue eyes. “Your compliments outside of the bedroom need work.”

I watched while she grabbed her clutch and a small duffel bag. “Is that all you’re bringing?”

She quirked her head to the side. “I don’t plan on wearing a whole lot once I get out of this dress tonight.”

I smiled, stepping closer so I could breathe in her scent. As I dropped a kiss to the curve of her neck, I loved how her breath caught at the simple action. “Lucky me, then. You look sexy.”

Because my thoughts were turning carnal in a hurry, I retreated and offered my arm. We’d best go before I got the notion to fuck her on every available surface in her hotel room.

***

Daniella’s smile grew big when she spotted my Viper. What can I say? I loved a beautiful sports car. Of course it was black because that was my signature color. Maybe I liked things to match the color of my soul.

She slipped into the passenger seat after I held the door open for her, allowing me a tempting view of her toned legs. As soon as I was behind the wheel and started the car, I glanced over.

“Are you wearing panties?”

She smirked. “Only one way to find out.”

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