“Harlan’s lawyer.”
“I thought you were Harlan’s lawyer.”
“I was, ah, sort of on special assignment.”
“You didn’t perform very well, did you?”
“What do you mean? I got the prenup signed, didn’t I?”
“Among other things. But you did steal me from Harlan.”
“You had already made the decision to leave him,” Stone said.
“Well, that’s what I told you. I had to take your ethical considerations into account, didn’t I?”
Stone checked the mirror again and saw a black SUV barreling up the passing lane. “Duck,” he said, pulling her down into his lap again. She promptly unzipped his zipper and began extracting him. The SUV abruptly pulled alongside and paced him. Stone looked left and saw two beefy men through the open window: one driving, the other eyeing him suspiciously. The Hudson River flashed on the other side of the pursuing car.
Carla had achieved her objective and was entertaining Stone.
Stone was able to make small noises but couldn’t speak, because the thug in the car next to him would see his lips move and know he was talking to someone.
The black SUV suddenly accelerated and pulled ahead of him. “Now they’re checking us out in their mirrors,” he said, attempting ventriloquism.
She stopped for a moment. “Who cares?” she asked, then resumed.
Stone tried to focus on the rear of the SUV. It was a Porsche Cayenne Turbo; no wonder it was so quick. Then, without much warning, he climaxed.
Carla kept going for a minute, then pulled back and dabbed at him with a tissue. “There, dear, is that better?”
“It is incomparably better,” Stone said, panting, “but you still have to keep down.”
Then the Cayenne accelerated as if shot from a cannon and flew off at the next exit.
“I think we’re safe, now,” Stone said. “You can come up for air.”
Carla rezipped him, sat up and checked herself in the vanity mirror, dabbing at her lipstick. “You owe me one,” she said.
Stone patted her on the knee. “And you shall be repaid in full, my dear.”
“And in kind, I hope.”
“Whatever your heart desires.”
“We’re not talking about my heart.”
“Whatever the relevant part of you desires.”
“That’s more like it.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t drive into the Hudson,” Stone said. “In fact, I’m still a little woozy.”
“Oh, I knew you’d maintain control of yourself.”
“I don’t think I would have described myself as in control.”
“It’s wonderful how men can do it anywhere, like dogs.”
“You were doing the doing; I was just hanging on for dear life.”