my shoulder to see Layla coming out. “Grandma,” she says, running to her, and I think she is about to tell me that I just got punked. She is going to come out and say gotcha and all of this was a joke, but she doesn’t. “You forgot your purse.” She hands her the purse. Turning, she walks to me. “I paid a lot of money for you,” she says, stopping in front of me. “You better make it worth it.”
I step into her, my hands ready to grab her hair and pull her head back and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. I don’t even care that she might knee me in the balls. Actually, I’ll be disappointed if she doesn’t. “You can have your laugh now,” I tell her and see her eyes get a deeper shade. “But know this, gorgeous.” I step in, and our chests are practically touching. “At the end of the day, I’ll collect that date.” I lean my head in; she closes her mouth to swallow, and her breath hitches when she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but instead, I go to whisper in her ear. “You can bet on it.” I walk around her now, going to the limo where Nancy is on her second glass of champagne, slapping my hands together. “Let’s get the show on the road.”
“Yes, let’s,” Nancy says, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the driver and getting in the car. I step and look at the driver and then look over my shoulder, seeing Layla just watching.
“Whatever you do,” I say, my voice low. “You do not have the divider closed. I don’t know if you have a lock system in the front, but it doesn’t close.”
“I’ll handle it,” he says, nodding, and I get into the limo, and not one second later, Nancy is practically in my lap. I have to fend her off, and I feel like I’m kung fu panda.
“You need another drink,” I say, pointing at her empty glass and grabbing the bottle from the silver bucket. “So tell me about yourself, Nancy.” I pour her some champagne.
“I’m an open book,” she says, finishing the champagne, then holding out her glass for me to pour more. She slides herself close to me and puts a hand over my shoulder. Her finger taps my shoulder as I fill her glass. She crosses her legs and put one of her legs over mine. “Tell me something, hotcakes.” She takes a sip of the champagne. “Are you a grower or a shower or maybe a bit of both?” I am about to answer her when she keeps on talking, finishing the glass of champagne and then leaning over and placing it in one of the cupholders. “I think I need to find out,” she says, and I don’t have time to register what she says before her one hand flies to my cock, and the other one joins it. I try to protect my junk by trying to move her hands, but her face comes into my neck, and she licks me. She fucking licks me.
“Nancy,” I huff out as I try to push her off me.
“I love when you moan out my name,” she says, crawling onto my lap and straddling me. I put my hands on her hips to pick her up and move her off me.
“Nancy,” I say, and she tries to stick her tongue into my mouth, but I turn my head to the side. I put her in the spot next to me, and I try to get away from her, but she locks her legs around my waist. She grabs my shirt and tries to bring me closer to her. “Nancy.” I finally am able to push away from her, and this time, I sit as far away from her as I can. She looks as if she is going to come toward me, and I put my hand up. “Stay.”
“But what fun is it if I’m over here, and you are all the way over there. For twenty-five K, I better be able to see skin.” She winks at me. “I have a great idea.”
I sit back with my guard up as my head spins as I try to come up with ways to end this date or at least get out with a little bit of my dignity. “Great,” I say with a huge sigh. “What is this?”
“We should go painting.” She grabs her phone. “I