Page 19 of Wright Together

I blew out a breath. Thank fuck. At least when we were together this weekend, she couldn’t be late to our meetings with the Kings. Not when I had the car.

I shrugged my suit coat back on and headed downstairs. She was standing amid the black-and-white lobby in black skinny dress pants and a silky teal blouse. She was in those same black heels that I couldn’t stop fantasizing about. Eve in those heels, only those heels. The red-lacquered backs visible from her on all fours. Christ, sometimes, I wondered what it would be like to ignore my relationship needs and give in to my baser desires.

Eve turned as she heard my approach. A slow smile spread across her red-painted lips. “Hey, you.”

“Hey. Ready?” I asked.

“Sure thing.”

“Is this all you packed?”

“We’re only staying one night,” she said with a laugh. “How much does a girl need?”

“From my experience? A lot.” I took the white suitcase out of her hand and wheeled it toward the door.

“I can carry my own stuff,” she argued, reaching for the suitcase.

I moved it away from her. “No.”

“No?” she asked, rearing back. “I lift weights. I could probably squat you, sir.”

“Sir?” It was my turn to shoot her an amused look.

“Oh, do you like that?” she teased.

Wouldn’t mind her saying it in the bedroom. Not that I could say that out loud.

“Just a reminder of who is in charge here.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re partners. No one is in charge.”

She was very wrong about that.

“We’ll see.”

I unlocked my Lexus and added her suitcase next to mine in the trunk. She leaned her hip onto the side of the car and held her hand out. I stared down at it in confusion as I closed the trunk.

“What?”

“Keys,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Keys to what?”

“The car, of course. I know where all the cop traps are on the drive. I can get us there in an hour and a half.”

“If you’re going the speed limit, it doesn’t matter where the cops are.”

She rolled her eyes. “It also takes an extra half hour to get there.”

“Are we in a rush?”

“Come on, Whitt,” she said, making a gimme gesture with her hand. “Live a little.”

“No one drives my car.” I wrenched open the driver’s door. “You’re just going to have to suffer.”

“Can I at least choose the music?” she asked as she took her seat next to me.

“No.”