Chapter Seven
Susan sat in her car in the empty R&T parking lot, struggling to keep her thoughts from rambling out of control. Not that she’d been successful at any point, since talking to Andrew last night.
She was fifteen minutes early, which meant staring at nothing and letting the chill rake over her. She couldn’t stay home alone with her thoughts any longer, though. She hoped getting outside and letting the winter day wrap around her would give her a new place for her focus. She was wrong.
Andrew’s story turned her on more than anything ever had. When she got home after the wedding, her panties were soaked. It wasn’t that she was completely inexperienced when it came to sex. She’d fooled around with boyfriends and gone as far as third base with a couple of them. She didn’t have a problem with the idea of doing it; it simply hadn’t happened to her yet.
Heck, her vibrator was one of her best friends. She and it caught up real well last night. She lay in bed, Andrew’s tale replaying with her mental visuals, while she slid the toy between her legs, stroking, not easing up until she got off twice.
Fantasy continued to tease her today. She’d never understood why people thought public sex—the possibility of getting caught—was a turn on. Now she not only got it, but also wanted to know more.
A sharp rap on her window startled her and pulled her back to the now. She looked up to see Andrew bent at the waist, watching her with a half-formed smile. He gestured for her to join him, so she grabbed her stuff and hopped out of her car.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said. “You looked like you were enjoying wherever you were.”
A place she was half-tempted and half-terrified to tell him about. “It showed?”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure no one else noticed.”
Because no one else was around.
He settled a hand on the small of her back and pointed her toward the Range Rover sitting next to her car. The expensive rental was a not-so-subtle reminder that, despite the fact that he wore faded jeans and a hoodie, the man was worth billions. “You ready to become a starlet?”
His question summoned one of her own she’d been trying to ignore since last night. The only hint she had about what his training involved was his story. As much as the daydream turned her on, she couldn’t be an active participant in that kind of thing. Should she have asked for details? She hadn’t wanted to at the time. She was too busy being smug that she convinced him to help her. No reason to jinx it.
“Suzie-Q?” He waved a hand in front of her face. “You ready?”
“Yes.” She cringed at the squeak that struggled out. She cleared her throat. “Absolutely.” This time she managed more confidence.
He held the door open for her, and waited until she was in the SUV before extending his hand. “Phone. Turn it off first.”
“Excuse me?” She might be a bit uncertain about this. Feeling a bit timid. But it wasn’t as though she was attached to her Android. Though maybe a little.
“We do this without distractions. My rules—remember?”
Like she could forget. If he were anyone else, she wouldn’t agree, and not only because she hated the thought of surrendering the artificial appendage. She typed out a quick text before shutting off the device and handing it over. “That went to my B.F.F., Olivia. If she doesn’t hear from me by tonight, she’s calling the cops.”
“You don’t trust me.” He didn’t look offended as he pocketed her phone.
“It if it weren’t for how well Mercy knows you, I’d tell you no. So I trust you enough.”
“But you want to do this anyway.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to be stupid about it.”
He smirked. “I like the way you think. Shall we?”
“Let’s.” She swallowed, hoping to quell the churning in her gut, and settled back into her seat, while he made his way to the driver’s side.
Silence fell between them, as they drove to the main road and then onto the freeway. Were they not allowed to be friendly? Andrew didn’t strike her as a nothing-to-say kind of guy. Was it only her he didn’t want to talk to? Screw that. Unless it was one of his rules, she wasn’t spending this entire affair in awkward silence. “How did you get started in your work?” Jobs were a reasonable topic, and she got to prove she wasn’t a fragile, innocent flower that needed to be sheltered.
“The fucking part or the selling-it part?” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then turned his attention back to the road.
“There’s more to it than doing sex stuff and posting it online.”
He raised his brow. “Not really. I took the pictures, the participants signed the release, and I happened to have a best friend who was brilliant at getting my content in front of people willing to pay for it.”
“And that’s it?” Susan didn’t expect the casual dismissal of his work. If she asked Dad or any of his friends or their sons about their jobs, she was guaranteed an immeasurable diatribe about their invaluable contributions to the business world. She preferred Andrew’s way.