All That He WantsBy: Olivia Thorne
“Screw it,” I breathed. “Let’s go.”
Connor burst into an enormous grin.
He turned to the car by the curb and opened the rear door.
I had thought it was a taxi, or – actually, no, I hadn’t been thinking about it at all. I’d been too wrapped up in kissing Connor, and then in worrying about whether I should go with him or not.
So when I saw a black Bentley – apparently some sort of limo, since it was shorter than a stretch, but longer than a regular sedan – I was a little bit thrown, to say the least.
I looked over at Connor. He seemed incredibly pleased with himself as he opened the back door for me.
“What the hell is this?” I asked in shock.
“Just get in.”
This guy wasn’t just some mid-level executive at a consulting firm. Mid-level executives didn’t normally tool around in Bentley limos.
Who is he?
A stranger. A man I hardly knew.
I could feel the fear rise in me… but then I remembered his touch up in the penthouse. The way he had kissed me.
And the fear dissolved.
Who is he, though?
I didn’t know… but more than anything, I wanted to find out.
And I wanted what we’d shared up in the penthouse.
Again and again, as much as I could get, in whatever time we had left.
I stepped into the car, Connor got in after me, and he closed the door behind us.