The need to touch her was overwhelming. I fisted my hands at my sides to keep them in place. “We’re going somewhere.”
She motioned to her body, wrapped up in that long down sleeping bag of a coat. “Well, this is all I’ve got to wear wherever we are going.”
“Funny girl.” I smirked. “First things first. My room. Come.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Your room, sir? Last I checked, there were no benefits to this friendship.”
I chuckled, trying to keep my mind off the idea of “benefits” with Sydney. She was cheeky this evening—I’d give her that.
“Go. Room.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, ushering her toward my bedroom.
She scowled at me. “I liked it better when you were in the sling.”
Oh, Sydney, the things I can do to you now that I’m no longer in a sling.
She paused, her eyes flipping to mine once she noticed her outfit splayed out on the bed. “What’s going on here?”
“It’s for you. For tonight.”
Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, spreading down her neck and dipping lower.
She blinked up at me, beautiful and doe-eyed, and, man, did I want to kiss her in that moment.
“Where are we going?”
“Get changed.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Not until you let me know where we are going.”
Damn it, if she wasn’t sexy, all stubborn.
I hoped my smile didn’t look dopey as I said, “I’m crossing one more thing off your list.”
Now, she looked suspicious, almost panicky. “What?”
“I’m taking you to a concert.”
“What concert?”
I knew when realization hit because her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth.
“No freaking way.” She jumped up and down twice. “Omigod. Def Deception?”
I nodded, cheesing like an idiot.
She squeed, and then her demeanor changed as she placed a heavy hand on her hip. “They’re not having a concert in Chicago because I would know these things.”
“Not here.” My smirk was devilish. “But there is that big fundraising event in Las Vegas.”
She tipped back her head and laughed, her eyes heavy with amusement. “So, we’re going to hop on a plane and fly to Vegas to watch them in concert?”
“Yes,” I said with a slow nod. “We are. So, get going ’cause we’re going to be late.”
“Austin!” she squealed.
I sighed, shoving her closer to the bed. “Get changed, Sydney. I’ve chartered a private jet, and it’s not cheap. I don’t want to miss our flight.”
I walked out before she had a chance to deny my request or tell me how over-the-top ridiculous it was, and I shut the door behind me.