Shaking my head, I glance out the window and push back a smile.
I roll down the window and inhale the fresh air.
I cross my legs, the pressure, and friction, throwing me into a pool of heat.
“So, who is this friend?” I ask, gazing at him.
His eyes stay on the road.
“He’s not a professional. He’s doing me a favor.”
“He must like you,” I murmur.
He nods. Slowly. A smile tugs at his lips.
“How did you meet him?”
“Through my first website. He had a similar site, doing the same kind of stuff. Teasing people, helping them to get off.”
“And?” I ask in a strained voice.
“We met and kind of hit it off...”
“Hmm.”
He laughs.
“Not in that sense. He was in college, and we talked about business more than anything else.”
“Right.”
“No, seriously...” he says.
His eyes twinkle with a smile, and I don’t know what to think.
“Have you two met since then?”
“No. We spoke on the phone a couple of times. He graduated, found a job, and moved to New York. He called me again a few weeks back. He’s back in town and has taken over his family business. He also got his pilot license.”
“What does he look like?”
“He looks good, and he wouldn’t cross me.”
“Hmm...” I murmur, pursing my lips. “Speaking of crossing someone. Evelyne told me you fucked someone at Isabel’s engagement party. That night... Remember? You left me tied to the bed for a few hours. You said you didn’t fuck anyone, but one of her friends saw you leaving the woman’s bungalow.”
He brings the car to a smooth stop near the restaurant.
He turns off the engine and locks my eyes.
“And you believed her?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know what to believe. You were gone. Were you there...? Fucking her?”
“Would it matter to you after all this time? I was nobody to you back then.”
“I’m not so sure about that. And it would matter to me if you lied.”