At Your Service - A.C. Arthur Page 0,45
looked around. “Well, I guess a little healthy competition is good.”
Of course he’d known about this similarity since the day she’d pitched At Your Service; what he hadn’t wanted to consider was whether or not it would mean anything at the end of these six weeks.
Logically, she could go her own way with her company and continue doing business. He could do the same and they’d just be two people working in the industry, same as RGF’s competition with any other fashion house. But this was different—the deal he’d made with her, having Sunday dinner with her at his parents’ house, a seventy-five-thousand-dollar ring in his pocket, talking and walking with her on a quiet summer’s night... He couldn’t help but admit things were totally different now.
She walked farther into the space. “These are amazing. Whose are they?”
The place was set up almost like a runway with vehicles parked along the two sides of the structure, leaving a wide walkway in the center to be used for perusal.
“My Dad and RJ have always been into vintage cars. Another thing they have in common.”
“But you don’t like them?”
“I didn’t say that. They’re nice, but just not my thing. I’m more impressed by the room of control boards and digital infrastructure at my place.”
“I’m sure that’s impressive, but since I haven’t been invited to your place yet, I’ll just have to enjoy these cars.” She walked toward a sage-green Jaguar, running her hand over the shining hood. “My dad would get such a kick out of this. He loves cars.”
“I do, too. They get you from place to place.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Ha.”
He chuckled.
It was so easy being with her, much easier than he’d ever thought it would be with another woman. Stacia was the only other woman he’d ever brought to his parents’ home and the whole time she’d been there that night, all she’d wanted to do was talk about the fashion house. Major’s technology ideas or anything about their future together had seemed to be off-limits.
“This one reminds me of Grease. You know, the movie with Danny Zuko and the T-Birds? Every time I see an old Thunderbird, I think about it.”
He was grateful for her question, disliking the turn his thoughts had taken. “No, I don’t know the movie, but I do know this car. It’s probably from the fifties or sixties as my Dad is fixated with that time frame. This one used to be my grandfather’s, I believe.”
They’d stopped by the red convertible and she walked down to the driver’s side, leaning over to look at the steering wheel and the white-leather interior.
“Ever made out in one of these?”
The question was so off topic from what they’d been discussing. It was also more than a little arousing.
“If you mean any car, uh, yeah. A couple weeks ago with this really hot chick who came to one of our shows and took over the press conference.” The memory of that day would forever be etched in his mind. How beautiful and amazing she’d looked while taking Morgana down a notch and then how sweet she’d tasted as he’d feasted on her in the back of the limo.
She blushed, heat fussing her high cheekbones to add a sexy flash of color to her face. A more enticing sight he’d never seen.
“I meant a T-Bird,” she told him as she shook her head and looked away. “In the movie they go to this drive-in and all these cars are lined up. Only a handful of people are watching the screen, the rest are necking in the back of the car.”
Her hand caressed the soft leather of the seat and then moved to the side of the door. Major watched that hand, growing hard at the thought of it running over him that way.
“Let’s do it,” he said.
Her head popped up from where she’d been looking at the sideview mirror. “Do what?”
“Do it.” He nodded toward the backseat of the T-Bird. “In here.”
She followed his gaze, a smile spreading across her face. “It? Now? Here?”
His dick was hard and the hint of intrigue in her tone was encouraging.
“Hell yeah. Right now. Right here.”
He stood at the passenger side of the car and, for a few seconds, their gazes held, his heart beating just a little faster as he waited for her response.
She pursed her lips—sweet, suckable lips—and shrugged. “Let’s do it!”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“SO ARE WE going for seduction here, or just hard-core reach-for-the-orgasm as quickly as possible?”
Her question