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“Sure.”
I slid the record back onto the shelf and grabbed my keys off the coffee table, patting the side of my cactus plant on my way. “See you later.”
Grayson’s lips twitched. “You talk to it?”
“Well, yeah. I travel a lot for work, you know, so he’s alone a lot. It’s important for him to hear my voice when I’m around, so he doesn’t forget me. Right, Prick Jagger?” I crooned, patting the side of his pot again.
He laughed, a deep, warm sound and for a second, I was completely dazzled. “Has anyone ever told you you’re fucking crazy?”
I laughed in return. “Often. You rethinking that hot, dirty sex we’re planning on having?”
“Not at all.”
“Excellent. Let’s get the fuck out of here, then.”
CHAPTER 3
Stefania
Downstairs in the limo, my blood was already hot and my core clenching. We sat opposite each other as Andrew pulled away from the curb and I let my eyes rove over him. I liked his eyes on me, a speculative gleam in them. I was all kinds of intrigued and excited, and couldn’t wait to tear his clothes off.
“So, Grayson Rivers,” I murmured.
“Stefania Moretti.”
Leaning forward, I put my elbows on my knees, watching him. “What do you think we should do back here?”
He flicked a glance at the driver, then back to me with a slow, sexy smile. “I can think of a few things.”
“Like?”
His eyes drifted over me, lingering on my tits, which were spilling out of my low-cut shirt. “Champagne?”
My eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, please!”
Grayson pressed a button and a moment later, a hidden panel in the seat next to him slid open.
“Holy fuck, you have a mini fridge in here?”
“I do.” He reached in and pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes.
“Un-fucking-believable.”
I watched as he expertly uncorked the bottle and poured me a glass. Then he poured one for himself. I took it and clinked my glass to his. “To hot, dirty sex in the back of your limo.”
“To hot, dirty sex,” he agreed, with another glance at the front of the limo.
Leaning back against the buttery leather seat, I ran the tip of my finger up and down one strap of my suspenders. “Are you worried about Andrew listening to us?”
Grayson’s gaze followed the movement of my finger as he shook his head.
“You gonna let him watch, then?” I hooked my finger under the strap and slid it slowly off my shoulder.
Another head shake.
“No? Shame.”
“I want him to respect me in the morning.”