car chase.
I had also expected to see a wild color like florescent green, but it was a conservative gray instead.
“Like it, huh?” Hamish asked as he tapped something on his phone. The passenger door popped open.
“It’s very grown-up . . . not like you at all. James will be so disappointed.”
James had a man-crush on Hamish. Most men had man-crushes on him, but James was obvious about it.
“I like James, but he’s got some growing to do.”
We slipped into the black leather seats, and I wondered if I was being hugged by the car. The leather felt like butter. It was so comfortable I was contemplating having a bed made of the seat material.
As I reached for the door, it moved toward me and clicked closed. I did the same for the seat belt, but like the door, it moved without my touch. I noticed small glass beads on the vinyl belt. It shifted around my body and buckled itself.
“Wow. I have to admit, I’m impressed.”
The car moved, and I hadn’t realized he had started it. It was so quiet I could hear Hamish taking a breath.
“It was a concept car, but I had them make it for me. I wanted to do as little as possible.”
A chill ran down my spine as I glanced at the wheel. I felt relief when I saw his hands on the black leather steering wheel.
“I thought it was self-driving too.”
“Oh, it is.” He lifted his hands and clasped them behind his head. The car moved around curves with ease.
“How does it know where to go?”
“I tapped restaurant here.” He pointed to the computerized panel in the middle of the dashboard. “It learns over time what I like to eat. It’s a smart car, learning the more places I go. It will pick the closest five-star restaurant.”
No wonder Hamish frowned at using my car. I didn’t want to use my car anymore either.
It didn’t take long for the car to find a place and a parking spot. James may have had a man-crush on Hamish, but I had one on his car.
Once we were inside the little Italian bistro, we quickly found a table by the front window. This was Fitzlee Street, the main street of the town with lots of quaint little shops and restaurants.
The waitress showed up and took our order. Right after she left, Hamish pointed at me and said, “Okay, why are you in love with your new assistant?”
“I’m not in love with her. I like her, sure, but not love.”
“Do you like her like a friend or like her like a friend?” He lifted his arms and pushed his finger in and out of the fist of his other hand in a lewd way.
I grabbed his arms and pushed them down. “Stop it.” I glanced around. No one was looking our way.
“You have the hots for her. In this day and age, you can fuck women at work, but it must be consensual. And you state that it doesn’t mean favoritism,” Hamish said with a roll of his eyes.
I suspected he had some experience with that.
“What if I already had sex with her?”
I had to tell someone. Knowing I was Julia’s one-night closet stand was getting to me. Telling someone who wasn’t blood-related to me and wouldn’t threaten to taunt me with the information seemed like a better option than letting it eat me up inside.
He slapped me on the back, rather hard, and grinned.
“All right. Now I get why you were an ass to me yesterday. You already tapped that. Does she just want to keep it professional now? No sex with employee benefits?”
How do I put this without it sounding insane?
“She doesn’t know I had sex with her.”
His smile slowly faded, and for the first time since I met him, I saw fear in his eyes.
He lowered his voice and scooted closer to me in his chair. “Okay, what you do is contact a lawyer. My father has a brilliant lawyer just for this if you want to use him—”
“No, I didn’t rape her,” I said that a little too loudly.
A few eyes turned our way.
I chuckled to make it seem like I was joking, which only made it worse. Now those eyes were glaring at me, and I had the suspicion a plate may fly in my direction if I didn’t keep my voice down.
“I’m confused. How can she not know you had sex with her if you didn’t drug her and then do it with