Page 70 of Captivated By Danger

I nodded my head.

“Okay. One last thing.”

He grabbed the jacket off the back of the couch and draped it around my shoulders. Walking to the elevator, I caught myself in the mirror and I looked hot. Sexy. Important. A socialite. I caught Diesel smirking as we stepped on the elevator.

“So, how was work?” I asked, feeling ashamed that I hadn’t thought about my kids once since I’d been here.

“Work was work.”

I looked up at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means that even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t have to explain it to me in two degrees from MIT language. You could explain it to me like I was five.”

He chuckled. “You been Googling me?”

“You wish. I read your bio.”

“That’s not in my bio.”

“Well, Mona told me.”

“Uh-huh. Because you asked.”

Kicking myself for letting him know that I was in fact getting in his business, I kept quiet until he was opening the door to his black on black sporty BMW. I understood why he draped the coat over my arms because the night air was a little nippy.

“Thank you for being a gentleman.”

“I’m always a gentleman, Ms. Greysen.”

When I pulled out into the street, I marveled at the bright city. It was beautiful from the penthouse, but even more beautiful up close and personal. The only sound in the car was the roaring of his pipes and his engine every time he switched gears. I wished that he’d turn the music on, so at least that would be louder than the thoughts in my head.

Looking at him, I said, “I like your house.”

He looked at me, switching gears. “Yeah?”

Why did everything that came out of his mouth sound sexual? On top of that, the blue lights in the car bounced off his skin, making him glow. I swallowed the lump that was trying to form, but it didn’t help, so I nodded my head.

He switched gears again. My eyes immediately went to his thick thighs. I wished I could see the way his muscles and veins constricted every time he pushed a peddle.

“What you like about it?”

Chuckling the sex thought away, I mumbled, “You got style, I guess.”

He mocked me lowly. A few minutes of silence went by.

“I’m not fucking Mona, Grey. Never have.”

Great. I’d forgotten about that.

I scoffed. “God. Does she tell you every fucking thing?”

“It’s her job.”

I scoffed again, making him shake his head. Not long afterwards, he’d turned into an empty parking lot, coming to a stop at a gate. He dropped the window. The guard flashed a light in the car before waving us through the opening gate. When he came to a stop at the valet, he hopped out, walking around the car to open the door for me.

“Oh my God,” I hissed, pulling my coat tighter around me.

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