![]() The smallest sexual interaction I’d ever had with a woman had gotten to me so much I had to pretend I needed gas just so I could get the fuck out of that car. I could have laughed, though I wasn’t amused at all. ![]() I inhaled, smelling nothing but rain and gasoline, and listened to the tire noise from the expressway. Pulled on my tie and leaned against the car door. I took my suit jacket off and tossed it in the backseat. ![]() Mist fell from a dark, starless sky, each drop sizzling on my skin. Gas station fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed above my head. I’d never been tempted to break them-up until I was locked in a car with Elena Abelli. I had more enemies than the President of the United States, and I’d only survived this long by following those two simple rules. ![]() Misery loves company.”Īnd never put myself in a position I knew I couldn’t get out of. Though he must have agreed, because he only put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. His gaze burned my cheek for too many seconds. I pulled away, fell into my seat, and stared forward. It was merely a pull on one of his lips, a tiny taste of what it would be like to truly kiss him. ![]() I couldn’t resist, couldn’t even think about stopping myself: My lips closed around his top one for a wet, warm moment. Then I did something I shouldn’t have done. ![]()
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