to show him that she believed him.
He turned her and led her to a late model luxury car that she knew cost far more than she made in a year. The leather passenger seat felt as if it had been made to contour itself to her body.
Chapter Four
“This is an exquisite vehicle,” she said, settling into the plush leather of the passenger seat.
“You like it, sweet?”
“What’s not to like?” she asked as he started the car.
“Would you like it?”
“Would I like to drive it?” She smiled. “Of course I would.”
“No. I meant would you like to have this car.”
“What?”
“I’ll make you a gift of it, sweet.”
She turned to stare at his profile. “What?”
He glanced at her. “I have two others. I won’t miss it.”
“This must cost—”
“I’m the guy who bought it. I know what it cost. Say the word and it’s yours, sweet. Do you want it?”
“Yes. No! Of course I don’t.”
He laughed and keeping his gaze on the road, he reached over to brush his hand against her breasts. “If you change your mind, it’s yours, sweet.”
Cayenne settled back into her seat, uncertain if he were serious or joking.
“In the mood for some music, sweet?” he asked into the silence.
“Yes.”
He turned on the car stereo and sang one old love song after another to her.
He turned on the car stereo and sang one old love song after another to her.
Listening to him sing filled her with conflicting emotions. His deep, sexy voice left her longing to reach across to cup her hand between his legs. Another part of her felt as if he were promising to cherish her.
Whenever traffic allowed, he glanced in her direction with a smile on his face.
Fearing she’d lose her resolve to keep the evening strictly platonic, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Within seconds she realized having her eyes closed only contributed to the feeling of arousal she felt.
He made no effort to engage her in conversation and she spent the rest of the drive struggling to control her conflicted feelings.
He took her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of Philadelphia. After they ordered, she sat staring at him in silence. He did have blue eyes. They were intense.
“You’re staring,” he told her.
She blinked. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m seeing you for the first time in decent light.”
“And?”
The expensive white jacket over a black shirt and pants he wore looked custom made. The contrasting colors looked great on him. “And…” She glanced at his wide shoulders before lifting her gaze to his face. He had dark brown hair and chiseled lips. His air of barely leashed power and self-confidence exhilarated her senses and heightened her desire.
He was attractive without being particularly handsome. “And you’re male.” He arched a brow. “I’m not sure how to take that remark. Did you think I was female before?” Recalling the feel of his very male body pressed against hers as he whispered in her ear, she shook her head.
“No. Of course not.”
“Good. I’d hate to think I could pass for a woman.” He leaned forward, placing his hand over hers. “Tell me, sweet, do I pass muster?”
Oh, hell to the yes. She shrugged. “I suppose you’ll do in a pinch.” He laughed and then abruptly sobered.
She met his gaze. “Now you’re staring.”
He shrugged. “Why would you expect any less? As you just pointed out, I’m male. And you are definitely female, very pretty, and totally voluptuous.”
Her cheeks burned but she smiled. “Thank you. Jayvyn’s an unusual name. Does anyone other than Rayna call you Jay?”
He grimaced. “Nearly everyone insists on calling me Jay.”
“You don’t like it?”
“My name is Jayvyn. Not Jay.”
“But you look like a Jay.”
He squeezed her hand. “You can call me anything you like, sweet.” Feeling a tingle shoot up her arm, she withdrew her hand from his. “Are you married?” He shook his head.
“Have you ever been?”
He
He turned her and led her to a late model luxury car that she knew cost far more than she made in a year. The leather passenger seat felt as if it had been made to contour itself to her body.
Chapter Four
“This is an exquisite vehicle,” she said, settling into the plush leather of the passenger seat.
“You like it, sweet?”
“What’s not to like?” she asked as he started the car.
“Would you like it?”
“Would I like to drive it?” She smiled. “Of course I would.”
“No. I meant would you like to have this car.”
“What?”
“I’ll make you a gift of it, sweet.”
She turned to stare at his profile. “What?”
He glanced at her. “I have two others. I won’t miss it.”
“This must cost—”
“I’m the guy who bought it. I know what it cost. Say the word and it’s yours, sweet. Do you want it?”
“Yes. No! Of course I don’t.”
He laughed and keeping his gaze on the road, he reached over to brush his hand against her breasts. “If you change your mind, it’s yours, sweet.”
Cayenne settled back into her seat, uncertain if he were serious or joking.
“In the mood for some music, sweet?” he asked into the silence.
“Yes.”
He turned on the car stereo and sang one old love song after another to her.
He turned on the car stereo and sang one old love song after another to her.
Listening to him sing filled her with conflicting emotions. His deep, sexy voice left her longing to reach across to cup her hand between his legs. Another part of her felt as if he were promising to cherish her.
Whenever traffic allowed, he glanced in her direction with a smile on his face.
Fearing she’d lose her resolve to keep the evening strictly platonic, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Within seconds she realized having her eyes closed only contributed to the feeling of arousal she felt.
He made no effort to engage her in conversation and she spent the rest of the drive struggling to control her conflicted feelings.
He took her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of Philadelphia. After they ordered, she sat staring at him in silence. He did have blue eyes. They were intense.
“You’re staring,” he told her.
She blinked. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m seeing you for the first time in decent light.”
“And?”
The expensive white jacket over a black shirt and pants he wore looked custom made. The contrasting colors looked great on him. “And…” She glanced at his wide shoulders before lifting her gaze to his face. He had dark brown hair and chiseled lips. His air of barely leashed power and self-confidence exhilarated her senses and heightened her desire.
He was attractive without being particularly handsome. “And you’re male.” He arched a brow. “I’m not sure how to take that remark. Did you think I was female before?” Recalling the feel of his very male body pressed against hers as he whispered in her ear, she shook her head.
“No. Of course not.”
“Good. I’d hate to think I could pass for a woman.” He leaned forward, placing his hand over hers. “Tell me, sweet, do I pass muster?”
Oh, hell to the yes. She shrugged. “I suppose you’ll do in a pinch.” He laughed and then abruptly sobered.
She met his gaze. “Now you’re staring.”
He shrugged. “Why would you expect any less? As you just pointed out, I’m male. And you are definitely female, very pretty, and totally voluptuous.”
Her cheeks burned but she smiled. “Thank you. Jayvyn’s an unusual name. Does anyone other than Rayna call you Jay?”
He grimaced. “Nearly everyone insists on calling me Jay.”
“You don’t like it?”
“My name is Jayvyn. Not Jay.”
“But you look like a Jay.”
He squeezed her hand. “You can call me anything you like, sweet.” Feeling a tingle shoot up her arm, she withdrew her hand from his. “Are you married?” He shook his head.
“Have you ever been?”
He
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