to unlock his car so he could record the signal with his own fob.
Darcey stepped out and had to hold back her snort when she saw Mr. Ferrari. He looked like he’d been startled, and his face had frozen with his eyebrows locked in surprise, nearly at his freaking hairline. His hair was too dark, obviously dyed, and his spray tan was deep, but with an orange undertone that screamed Oompa Loompa.
Without thinking, she reached out and gripped the back of Joe’s shirt, poking him in the back. I told you so. He glanced down at her, and a wicked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of mischief and heat…and warmth. The last, she didn’t want to think about, didn’t want to acknowledge.
Mr. Ferrari pressed the button on his fob. Nothing. Which meant Joe’s had done what it was supposed to and intercepted the signal, recording it. She stilled, pulse going crazy. He scowled at the thing, then hit the button again. This time the car beeped, lights flashing, unlocking. The guy’s gaze dropped to Darcey, and he smiled—at least, she thought that’s what he was doing. It was hard to tell. But she didn’t miss his leer, though, or the way his eyes dropped to her chest and lingered.
He licked his lips and glanced at Joe. “I can see why you got carried away.” His gaze slid back to her. “You want to take a ride in a real car, honey?”
Ew! And um…what now?
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Joe snarled at the guy, hand curling around hers, surprising her. “Let’s go.” And they started moving.
The creep grabbed something out of the breast pocket of his jacket and pressed it into her hand before she knew what he was going to do. “If you change your mind.”
Then she was stumbling after Joe.
“Can you believe that guy?” he gritted out when they were out of earshot. “I was this fucking close to rearranging his freaky, fucked up face.”
“Put the club away, caveman.” Now her pulse was racing for a different reason. Was he actually jealous? “You’re taking this acting thing a little too far. I mean, it’s not like we’re a real couple.”
He stared down at her, nostrils flaring with each angry breath. “No… I know that.”
Joe was still grunting his words. It shouldn’t be, but it was sexy as hell.
He scowled down at the card Mr. Ferrari had given her and held out his hand. “Let me see that.”
She gave it to him, and Joe smiled as he read it.
“This’ll make him nice and easy to track down. I’m going to enjoy stealing that fucker’s car.” His stare locked with hers, gaze dark, hungry as hell. “We don’t need to follow him tonight, not now that we have this.” He waved the card around then shoved it into his pocket. “Good thing, too. You and me…” He moved in closer. “We’ve got unfinished business.”
She should’ve pulled her hand free. Denied it. Pretended she wasn’t as desperate for him as she was. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t retreat, slam on the brakes. Not again. God, she’d been so lonely for so damn long. She craved the touch of another human being. Joe’s touch. Hungered for that kind of connection. Even if it was only for one night.
It’s just sex . She reminded herself. The rush of what they were doing together, making them act this way, this out of control. That’s all.
It didn’t have to mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything.
It couldn’t.
Chapter Nine
J oe trailed his hand down to the small of Darcey’s back and couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to her ass, watching it jiggle and sway, as they made their way up the stairs to her apartment.
Had he ever wanted a woman this much before? If he had he couldn’t remember. His skin fucking tingled, gut in knots, cock so hard it felt like he had a steel pipe shoved down his boxers. He winced. It was trapped against his thigh, the trousers not giving a goddamn inch. He resisted reaching down and adjusting. Darcey had said she wanted him, as well, but he
Darcey stepped out and had to hold back her snort when she saw Mr. Ferrari. He looked like he’d been startled, and his face had frozen with his eyebrows locked in surprise, nearly at his freaking hairline. His hair was too dark, obviously dyed, and his spray tan was deep, but with an orange undertone that screamed Oompa Loompa.
Without thinking, she reached out and gripped the back of Joe’s shirt, poking him in the back. I told you so. He glanced down at her, and a wicked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of mischief and heat…and warmth. The last, she didn’t want to think about, didn’t want to acknowledge.
Mr. Ferrari pressed the button on his fob. Nothing. Which meant Joe’s had done what it was supposed to and intercepted the signal, recording it. She stilled, pulse going crazy. He scowled at the thing, then hit the button again. This time the car beeped, lights flashing, unlocking. The guy’s gaze dropped to Darcey, and he smiled—at least, she thought that’s what he was doing. It was hard to tell. But she didn’t miss his leer, though, or the way his eyes dropped to her chest and lingered.
He licked his lips and glanced at Joe. “I can see why you got carried away.” His gaze slid back to her. “You want to take a ride in a real car, honey?”
Ew! And um…what now?
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Joe snarled at the guy, hand curling around hers, surprising her. “Let’s go.” And they started moving.
The creep grabbed something out of the breast pocket of his jacket and pressed it into her hand before she knew what he was going to do. “If you change your mind.”
Then she was stumbling after Joe.
“Can you believe that guy?” he gritted out when they were out of earshot. “I was this fucking close to rearranging his freaky, fucked up face.”
“Put the club away, caveman.” Now her pulse was racing for a different reason. Was he actually jealous? “You’re taking this acting thing a little too far. I mean, it’s not like we’re a real couple.”
He stared down at her, nostrils flaring with each angry breath. “No… I know that.”
Joe was still grunting his words. It shouldn’t be, but it was sexy as hell.
He scowled down at the card Mr. Ferrari had given her and held out his hand. “Let me see that.”
She gave it to him, and Joe smiled as he read it.
“This’ll make him nice and easy to track down. I’m going to enjoy stealing that fucker’s car.” His stare locked with hers, gaze dark, hungry as hell. “We don’t need to follow him tonight, not now that we have this.” He waved the card around then shoved it into his pocket. “Good thing, too. You and me…” He moved in closer. “We’ve got unfinished business.”
She should’ve pulled her hand free. Denied it. Pretended she wasn’t as desperate for him as she was. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t retreat, slam on the brakes. Not again. God, she’d been so lonely for so damn long. She craved the touch of another human being. Joe’s touch. Hungered for that kind of connection. Even if it was only for one night.
It’s just sex . She reminded herself. The rush of what they were doing together, making them act this way, this out of control. That’s all.
It didn’t have to mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything.
It couldn’t.
Chapter Nine
J oe trailed his hand down to the small of Darcey’s back and couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to her ass, watching it jiggle and sway, as they made their way up the stairs to her apartment.
Had he ever wanted a woman this much before? If he had he couldn’t remember. His skin fucking tingled, gut in knots, cock so hard it felt like he had a steel pipe shoved down his boxers. He winced. It was trapped against his thigh, the trousers not giving a goddamn inch. He resisted reaching down and adjusting. Darcey had said she wanted him, as well, but he
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