“Good evening, Madam,” he says cheerfully.
“Hello, there,” I say, locking the door behind me. “Is Paul off tonight?”
“Yes, he’s on vacation. I’m filling in.”
“Can’t imagine that grumpy ass sipping fruity drinks anywhere,” I grumble behind him as he walks toward the limo and opens the door. Paul is both Lucas’s bodyguard and driver but has a zero-personality side effect. Once inside, I shoot off a text.
Heads up, Hollywood! I’ll have you know I’ve just been kidnapped by a handsome older man with a very sexy accent.
Your well-hung man: Good. See you soon, beauty.
Will you give me a hint?
Your well-hung man: Nope.
How about a favor for favor exchange? I’ll throw in some incentive. Your cock, my tongue.
Your well-hung man: Behave.
Fine. X
A few minutes into the drive I decide to make polite conversation to disburse some of my nervous energy.
“Have you been a driver long?”
“No, just picked it up, actually. I’m retired and got bored.”
“Well, you’ll love working for Lucas,” I say, watching our route for any clue.
“Will I?”
“Yes.”
“Why’s that?”
“He’s a good man.”
“Have you known him long?”
“Not very, we’ve only been dating a few months.”
He eyes me in the rearview, turning left into the hills instead of right toward the main road. “Do you act?”
“Me,” I nearly snort. “God no, I would be horrible at it.”
“Must be hard to date someone so scrutinized by the public.”
“It’s been wonderful,” I say softly. “We haven’t outed ourselves just yet, he, we…” Just thinking about him makes me a grinning fool. I’m falling hard, and it’s wonderful and terrifying, and I’ve had to stop myself a few times from letting the words spill. “He’s making it easy.”
“You’re happy then?”
“Very,” I bob my head. “When you meet him, you’ll know why.”
“I look forward to it. Is he a good actor then?”
“You haven’t seen his movies?”