Page 15 of Tease Me

“Quick.” He laughed and lightly slapped my thigh.

Giggling, I adjusted my position on the seat so I could see him better. “Okay, I was just thinking how lucky I was that Memphis found you.”

He nodded. “You’re fibbing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.It was me whofound you—once when you were eating Iced VoVos and the second time when you were pretending to be Memphis.”

I huffed. “Okay, you’re right about the Iced VoVos meeting, but I wasn’t pretending to be Memphis—I was Memphis.”

He turned onto the main highway and accelerated. “Do you still pretend to be Memphis?”

Oh, God.Did Ireallywant to have this conversation? I reachedupunder my sunglasses and rubbed my left eye, stalling for a response.

“It’s okay. It’s none of my business.”

I blinked at him. That was true, and yet, for some reason, I felt terrible for not answering. But then, I guessed by not responding, I was, in fact, giving him an answer. Either way, I’d lost.

“I hope you’re still doing it.”

His comment jolted me back to the present. “Huh?”

“I imagine the confidence boost must be exhilarating.”

I blinked at him, taking in every aspect of my sexy silver fox.

“How long have you been doing it?”

Dammit.I was supposed to be askinghimthe questions. I sighed and decided I might as well get this over with. “My first time was the 1st of January.”

“Oh, wow. Are you keeping tabs or something?”

I inwardly cringed. “Something like that.”

He glanced at me, and itwas his turn to drop his jaw.“You are keeping tabs. Tell me.”

I shifted my legs straight on again, all of a sudden uncomfortable with kissing and telling.

“Come on, Memphis Jane. I’m an old man; I want to hear all about your sexual escapades.”

His Memphis Jane label made me squirm,because that was exactly what Corben had called me just last week. All of a sudden, the men in my life were becoming very interested in me. It was vastly different from what had happened during my last three years. Andmy entire life, for that matter.

“First of all,” I said, “you’re not old.”

He waggled his head. “Well, that’s all relative.”

“Okay then. I don’t think of you as old.”

His grin lit up his face. “Thank you.”

“Secondly, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Ahhh. Memphis has morals. I like that.”

It was my turn to slap him, and when he laughed, I laughed right along with him.

At the top of a hill, the spectacular view took my breath away.Down belowwas dark green vegetation dotted with the occasional rooftop, and beyond that was a strip of golden sand skirted by dark, blue ocean that stretched as far as I could see.We cruised down the other side of the hill and crossed a bridge over a large expanse of the Tweed River.

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