“You do?”
“Yeah. I like the way you look at me too.” His gaze locks with mine. “I was putting a show on for you out there, and it seemed like you were eating it up.”
I burst out laughing. “You scared the crap out of me.”
He frowns. “I did? Really?”
Nodding, I give in to my urges and slip my finger into the side of his swim trunks, tugging on the waistband. “You’re reckless.”
“I get so into it I don’t even think about anything else. I used to do that when I’d race cars,” he admits.
“I want to hear about that sometime,” I tell him, meaning every word I say. “Maybe you could tell me about it tonight. Over dinner.”
“You really want to know?”
I nod. I want to know everything about him, not that I could ever admit that out loud.
“I should show you the Chevelle,” he continues, his gaze turning hazy. As if he’s thinking about his car and how much he adores it, which is kind of cute. “I love that fuckin’ thing. I miss it.”
“When we get back home, you should take me for a ride,” I suggest.
“Everyone hates that car,” he says immediately, on the defensive. “She’s bright orange. The muffler is loud. Winston thinks it’s stupid.”
“I don’t think it’s stupid.” My voice is soft. I’m trying to tell him without saying out loud that I don’t think anything he does is stupid.
Well…mostly.
“You haven’t even seen her yet.”
“Anything that you enjoy, I want to like too,” I admit.
“Aw. Aren’t you sweet.” His smile is soft, and when he leans in and kisses me, I almost believe he means it.
Almost.
Chapter Sixteen
Perry
Imade amistake. I should’ve never told Winston I wanted to come home early after he shared more details the investigative team told him about Seamus McDicklick, and that I was considering meeting up with the asshole too.
Why do I care what that guy is doing back at home when I’ve got what he wants with me in Mexico? And damn, do I have her. Every which way I can.
After spending hours with her last night into this morning exploring every little bit of her sexy body and trying my damnedest to get inside her tight ass—that’s hopefully going to happen tonight—I was exhausted. I should’ve fallen into a deep sleep and woken up around noon.
But I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Charlotte. And her ex-lover. All the things they must’ve done together. All those firsts he got to steal from me.
I hate him so damn much. He haunts my fucking nightmares. Though they’re not necessarily bad dreams.
They’re always bad for him. Last night, I dreamed about meeting up with Seamus at Halcyon. He wouldn’t stop taunting me, eventually saying something so incredibly stupid I end up smashing his face in with my fist. I then called security to escort him out of my office while he glares at me, one eye swollen shut thanks to the beating he took.
I’ve beat his ass in a variety of ways every night since I got married.
It’s easier to not sleep at all, so I didn’t. Instead, I sent a string of texts to my brother demanding to know what’s going on and played fucking Candy Crush on my phone until I finally heard back from him.
The information wasn’t much, but it was enough to spur me on to get back home and back to business. I want that asshole out of my and Charlotte’s life for good. I don’t need him lurking around and trying to use her to get to me. To us.
To our family.