Page 24 of Ashes of Saints

Black.

Shiny.

Sexy.

“No driver tonight?” I ask.

Parker doesn’t reply. He simply closes the door with his ever-present sexy glower and I’m left questioning my decision to go out with him.

My insecurities rise to the surface as I swallow and take in the luxury vehicle, the smell of new leather, and the warmth of the seat he’s preheated for me.

My pussy purrs.

Like I’m sure he planned.

Oh fuck.

Parker slides in beside me and starts the engine with a roar, and all I can think of is sex.

Sex, sex, sex.

Maybe I need to have my hormones checked.

The vibration of the powerful engine has me clenching my core as Parker grabs hold of the stick and it glides into gear.

“No driver. No personal security. I wanted you all to myself tonight.” Parker’s voice is rough, making me quiver as he presses down on the gas, and we pull out into traffic.

The sun has just gone down, but this is Manhattan which, as they say, never sleeps, so there are still people striding along the sidewalk, jumping in and out of cabs, shopping, and cars tooting horns.

Like there always are.

“All to yourself, huh? Instead of sharing me?” I laugh then turn to the window and close my eyes, letting out a silent curse.

Oh, my god. Why did I say that?

What is wrong with me?

Parker glances at me, leaning his forearm on the steering wheel when we slow for a set of lights. “Interesting.”

Shit.

I want to melt into the seat and disappear.

I shake my head. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that? I’m just nervous.”

He reaches for my hand, catches himself, and drops it back down on the stick. Like he stopped himself from comforting me. Given we’re strangers on a date, he was right to do that.

Still, I like that he was going to.

“Me too,” Parker says, and I know he’s lying. There’s not an ounce of nervousness about him. Confidence is oozing from every pore.

He just wants me to relax so we can fast forward through dinner and get horizontal. Or vertical. I bet he has a lot of sexual positions.

Oh god, I’m stressing myself out.

I need to chill out. Once we get through dinner, Parker will realize I’m not as confident as I was on the street, sassing him out. The attraction will fade and he’ll politely take me home.

I mean, god, I don’t even know who I am or who my father is. My mom is dead. I don’t have a life plan or a career.

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