Page 537 of Rock Me All Night
I'm not sure how I can down that kind of money. I'm not sure I can ask for it either.
I contemplate my choices but answers refuse to come. The energy of the air shifts, warmer and more inviting, and I know he's here.
Pete slides his arms around me, pulling my body into his, my back against his chest, my butt against his crotch.
"What's that for?" I ask.
"You don't like me feeling you up?" He slides his hand to my ass.
"No. I like it."
"Mmm. Me too." He pulls me closer. "You good?"
I nod. "Just hungry."
"You want something here?"
Deep breath. I barely know my name when he's touching me, but I know I want to have him again. I can ask for that. "Let's go somewhere quiet."
"You sound tired."
I nod.
"Let's order something at your place."
"Are we going to…"
He slides his arm around my waist and nods to the exit. "We're going to talk."
* * *
It'sa quick drive in Pete's quiet as a mouse black Tesla. The luxury electric car is another thing I could get used to. It has cushy leather seats, freeze your ass off powerful air conditioning, and all sorts of fancy digital controls.
Actually, his car is too nice for this shitty neighborhood.
I turn to him as I unbuckle my seatbelt. "You sure it's okay to park here?"
He cocks a brow. "If you want to go to my place, ask."
"No, I just… this isn't a good neighborhood and this is an expensive car."
His deep brown eyes bore into mine. "You're worried."
I nod.
"You worry a lot?"
I nod a yes.
He shifts out of his seat then out of the car. I follow his lead, squeezing my purse against my shoulder reflexively.
Pete moves close enough to whisper. "You don't have to worry about me. I know how to handle shit. Don't come from money."
"Oh."
The look in his eyes tells me he doesn't want to discuss this. Anyone else, I'd back off right away. I don't push people's defenses.
But I want to know more about him. I want to tear down the walls around his heart.
