Page 29 of Break Me
“Now, what fun would that be if I took you to my place of business?” He walked me out to the driveway and as expected, the shiny blue sports car was parked, the sparkly paint glistening in the early evening sun. It was obvious he’d snapped his fingers and had been able to insist on the repairs in little more than a day.
“True, but I wouldn’t mind seeing how you handle your employees.”
He opened the door for me, arching his eyebrows as soon as I looked at him. “Do you think I rule with whips and chains?”
Why did I have a feeling he was using the term to try to rile me? “I bet you’d like that.”
Before he closed the door, he leaned in, studying me intently. “I only use chains on beautiful women. And whips are far too harsh, easily damaging delicate and very beautiful skin. I would never want that to happen.” He bent his fingers, rubbing his knuckles across my cheek.
As soon as he did, a series of goosebumps appeared on my arms, shivers coursing down my back and between my legs. From a single touch.
And I sensed he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.
He closed the door, taking his time to walk around to the other side. Once inside, he gave me a long, dark look that allowed the trembling sensations to shift between my legs.
“Are you ready?” His voice was deeper, his tone the same smooth velvet I’d heard before, but this time with a slight edge.
Like the edge of danger or burning desire.
I licked my lips and he narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Why was it that I had the distinct feeling he’d just asked permission for whatever he wanted to do on our date? And I’d given it to him.
I sat back as the engine roared to life. As crazy as it sounded to the rational girl inside, the one who always followed the letter of the law without question and who rarely did anything frivolous, I was eager if not determined to let go.
If only for one night.
Was that wrong? I honestly didn’t care. This was my night and I planned on enjoying every moment of my date.
“You managed to get your car back,” I said, amused at the level of disdain in my voice.
He threw me a look, his grin annoying but sexy. “I told you before. This is my favorite vehicle.”
“Which means you own several.”
“I do.”
Of course he did.
He immediately shifted from first to second, already passing by several cars. I could tell he knew how to handle the car, moving around the other vehicles expertly. After a few seconds and when he shifted into third, easily going much faster than the speed limit, I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” The deep resonance of his voice reverberated in the tight space.
“Do you always drive this fast?”
“Does it scare you?” He moved onto the highway, jumping past a car as if just deciding to head onto the interstate.
“Very little scares me. You seem to forget what I do for a profession.”
“Ah, yes, the firefighter. To answer your question, I’m testing out my repaired car.”
I threw him a look, noticing he wore an amused look on his face. The man was testing me. Hmmm… “Don’t tell me you trashed your neon beacon for this one.”
“I like cars. I wanted you to enjoy the ride. Every. Single. Inch.”
Why was it that everything out of his mouth seemed just a little bit dirty? “You’re trying to impress me?”
“Is it working?”
