Their huge smiles beamed. They knew about the dresses because I’d told them. In fact, I told them everything so they had both done an understandable about-face about Knight Sebring.
Hulk slid in, twisted his tree trunk neck and aimed his scowl at me.
“Woman. Buckle,” he grunted.
I looked back at the girls then turned to face forward and followed Hulk’s orders.
The minute he heard the click, Hulk put the car in gear and we started rolling. Then he reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out a phone, flipped it open and hit buttons. He did all this with his eyes to the road.
He was taking a right when he said, “Yo.” Pause, “Yeah. She’s here.” Pause then, “Red.” Pause, “Later.”
He flipped his phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket.
But me…
I had stopped breathing.
Red.
He was reporting in.
Knight wanted to know which dress I was wearing.
I twisted my neck and looked back at the girls.
They had big eyes and still wore their huge smiles.
They knew what I knew.
I giggled.
They giggled too.
Hulk muttered, “Shit.”
I giggled harder.
They giggled harder too.
Hulk drove us to Slade.
* * * * *
I was standing in our VIP section holding a martini glass with the dregs of my lemon drop in my hand when the three friends I was talking to of the twenty-five I invited that night looked beyond me.
But I knew.
It was late, I’d been there hours. It had to be well past midnight. I’d had four lemon drops.
And finally he was there.
I turned my head and saw an aubergine shirt and black suit jacket then my eyes tipped up in time to see Knight’s head dip down right before his lips skimmed the skin of my bare shoulder.
That tingle came back but it slid up to my scalp and down to the small of my back, radiating out across my waist, h*ps and bottom.
God, lovely.
He lifted his head barely an inch but his eyes came to mine.