“Well, we were merely introduced. I only got to know a little bit about you.” He gripped the steering wheel.
Turning her gaze out to the bustling streets, Lana blushed. “You got to know a little more than you should have, Mr. McGrath,” she accused.
He chuckled, the sexy sound rumbled through the car and tickled the hairs on her skin. “Are you flirting with me, beautiful?” His eyes fixated on the road ahead.
Lana clenched her palms. “No, I am not.” Her tone was sharp. “Where are you taking me?”
“Back to my apartment, I have lunch waiting for us.”
She expelled a short puff of air through her nose. “A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“Even if you didn’t accompany me, I still have to eat.”
“And the flowers, were they from you too?” she asked.
His brow creased. “Flowers?”
“Yeah. The yellow roses that came to my office earlier. Were they from you?”
He half shrugged. “Sorry, Lana. I didn’t send you any flowers. They must be from your not-so-better-half.” A slow smirk curled up the corner of his mouth like he was proud of himself for the quip.
Lana sucked in her lower lip. Rory had clearly made a concerted effort to make up for nearly choking her to death and having sex with someone else.
Yet there she was, asking the hot stranger whose car she was in if he was responsible for the thoughtful gesture. The truth was, Lana wished Marcus had sent them.
A twinge of disappointment pinched her heart.
The tips of his fingers tapped the leather steering wheel. “You would know if I sent you flowers, Lana. Your whole office would be filled with them. A woman like you deserves more than a few roses stuffed in cellophane. I would buy you a whole field of flowers. Anyway, you belong to someone else, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to send you flowers.” His shoulders raised to his chin with an air of nonchalance.
Her head jerked back and she let out a girly giggle. “Oh really – no flowers, but taking me back to your apartment in the middle of the day to grab lunch is appropriate?”
Marcus hummed in the back of his throat. The delightful sound vibrated in her chest and made her lips stretch wide with an uncontrollable grin.
“Look, beautiful, I said lunch, and that’s exactly what I meant.”
Damn. Damn. Damn.