Not everywhere.
Curiosity sparked in her blood.
No?
No.
Her heart sped up, but still doubts plagued her.
I don’t want Olivia and Luca to find out about this.
Three dots appeared to show that he was typing, then they disappeared, only to reappear a moment later.
Trust me.
Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She looked towards the pool, shimmering in the early evening light. Trust me. Trust me. Did she trust him? And if so, why? Trust wasn’t something she handed out to just anyone, but the more she thought about it, the more she relaxed, the more she smiled.
Will I need a disguise?
Like a secret agent?
She grinned.
Exactly.
The idea of you wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath holds definite appeal.
She was too turned on to reply. She put her phone down and strolled inside his beautiful home, a smile beaming from her face. Retrieving a drink from the kitchen, she moved back to the deck, and saw he’d sent one last text.
I’ll pick you up at eight.
Her heart fluttered with anticipation.
It’s a date.
Except, she reminded herself, it wasn’t. Not in the ordinary sense. This was...well, she didn’t know exactly, but not that. And it didn’t matter.
She was enjoying herself. She was learning about men and sex and how great it could feel. She was doing something purely for herself, and she wasn’t going to overthink it. She was just going to let go and enjoy the ride, in the full knowledge that soon it would be over, and normal programming would resume.