“Okay.”
He pulled the passenger door open, like he was a gentleman. I stared into the empty car then back to him. If I didn’t get into this car, I wouldn’t get any answers.
“I’m gonna go,” I yelled to Payton. She flashed a gigantic smile and waved me off, then slipped her arm through Julius’ and headed for her car.
There was a bottle of wine sitting in the passenger seat. I grabbed it and sat, setting it in my lap along with my purse and the envelope, and gave a nervous smile to Logan as he shut my door. Oh. My. God. What was I doing?
His car had a soft leather interior that I sank back into. The bottle of wine was cold in my hands, and the label had the same logo as the club.
“I guess this is a complimentary gift with purchase,” I said when he slipped into the driver’s seat.
“No, that was my purchase. You were the complimentary gift.”
My pulse quickened. He started the car, put it in gear, and eased away from the curb. Once we were in traffic, he set his right hand on the bare skin just above my knee. I jumped, startled by how nonchalant it was for him. Casual, easy, yet dominating. The warmth of his skin gave me goosebumps.
We rode in silence, and it made me tense and anxious. I wanted him to talk, but he seemed content to study the traffic and act as if what we had just done had never happened.
“How did you know I would be at the club?”
He snatched the bottle of wine out of my hands and set it in the cup holder, then pushed everything in my lap to the floorboard.
“That,” his hand glided to the inside of my knee and a few inches up from where it had been, “is definitely rule number one.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re not there anymore.”
“I paid for a night with you, and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s night out.” A half smile twisted on his lips. “You’re still under my rules.”
“No, I am not.”
We reached a stoplight, and he turned a cold and commanding gaze my direction. “You’re in my car, and soon you’ll be in my place. My rules, Evelyn.”
“I had no idea what I was agreeing to,” I blurted out. This authoritative version of him chilled me and yet set me on fire. The dark timbre of his voice shot straight between my legs, made me weak with excitement. I ripped my gaze away from his and watched the traffic, the people gathered outside bars smoking and chatting in the warm August night. The car lurched forward when the light turned green. How was I supposed to get answers if I couldn’t ask questions?
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
It was the first test. I didn’t respond, curious to see what he’d do. Would he make good on his threat of punishment? He gave a sideways glance to me, and shoved my knees apart so he could put his hands on top of my panties.
“Answer me or I’ll take you right to the edge and leave you hanging.”
My mouth fell open so I could draw air into my lungs. I knew he could do it, and he certainly did, too.
“I’m wondering,” my voice was breathless, “how this is going to work on Monday, if you’ll go back to disliking me.”
“You still think after what I just did, that I dislike you?” His fingers moved and pleasure strummed through me. I issued a soft moan, and a hint of a cocky smile teased his lips. “I told you I thought about asking you out before.”
“You really think people care that much about whether you get involved with an employee?” Crap, rule number one. His fingers pushed my panties to the side and touched me unhindered, making my hands clench around his wrist.
“They would if I promoted you.” His fingers moved faster, torturing me.
“You’re going to promote me?”
He slipped his whole finger inside me and I gasped. Yes, my body chanted, yes. The strength was gone from my hands around his wrist, but they remained, urging him to go faster, deeper, to give it to me exactly how I liked it.
“Do you like that? My finger inside you?”
I swallowed hard and nodded faintly.
“Tell me with words.”