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fingers.
Fox slid to her side. “You almost forgot your purse, dear,” he admonished, then kissed her temple. He liked doing that more than he should have.
She dropped her keys in the bag then slipped the straps onto her shoulder. “Thanks for the help, Tom.” Smiling, she turned to Fox. “So what do you think? I really love it!”
He rubbed his chin. “It’s your call, beautiful.”
She turned to Tom. “Do you have it in red? I just
love
red.”
Fox could almost see Tom thinking about the thong. His mouth finally snapped shut, but before he could respond, Fox jumped in.
“I’m not sure about red. We’ll have to talk about that. And we still have that Bentley you liked across town, remember?”
She crinkled her nose. “So many choices.”
“Let’s go home and discuss them. They both have their advantages.” He slid his arm around her waist, liking the way she automatically tucked against him. “Thank you, Tom.”
“If I could just point out a few of the optional features,” he said, “I think I can help you come to a decision.”
Now came the high pressure part. Fox straightened his shoulders and stared him down. “Tom, you and I both know how this works. I’m not going to respond to a hard sell. I wouldn’t be good at my job if I was the type who did, so don’t bother. If I decide to purchase this car, I’ll come back and ask for you, and pay the sticker price. But it’s not going to be right now.”
Tom still looked ready to push.
Addison jumped in, grasping Fox around the waist. “Mmm. I love when you get all commanding like that.” Seductively, she rubbed up against him. “I wanna go home.” Her hand drifted from his chest toward his crotch, stopping at his belt. “Now.”
Holy fuck. What the hell was she doing?
Tom looked as surprised as Fox felt. “Um,” he fumbled for something to say, and averted his gaze.
Addison grabbed Fox’s arm and started pulling him back toward his car. “I don’t know if I’ll make it until we get home. Maybe we can stop on the side of the road again.”
As Tom stuttered through a response, Fox shrugged. “Duty calls.” He let her tug him several steps away. “Nice to meet you, Tom. We’ll be in touch.”
They walked back to his car, Addison still acting like a horny housewife while he tried, desperately, not to respond. He wished the lot was empty so he could spank her ass as soon as they got to the car.
After sliding into their seats and closing the doors, he turned to her. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” She had the nerve to look offended.
“You can’t throw me off my game like that!”
She rolled her eyes. “It made him uncomfortable so we could leave. Goal achieved.”
“We stick to the plan.” He gritted his teeth. “That’s how this works.” He never should have brought her along. This was what happened when he let his dick make decisions.
“Yeah, well, sometimes you have to improvise. Don’t tell me things work perfectly every time. Go with the flow, Pete.”
“I have things pretty much down to a science at this point.”
“When you’re conning, it isn’t science. You have to think on your feet.”
“I’m aware of that! I had things under control.”
“Didn’t look like it to me. Looked like I saved your ass.”
“You did
not
save my ass.” Why was he arguing with her? The woman was impossible. And he couldn’t concentrate on making sense when her skirt was riding up, flashing him her pretty bare thighs. She noticed his glance and grinned slyly. For fucksakes. How could one woman make him want to simultaneously throttle her and fuck her?
A picture flashed in his mind—him shoving her down on the hood of the car, one hand holding her throat, the other lifting her dress . . .
Swallowing hard, he started the car and pulled out of the lot at a responsible pace. It took all his willpower not to touch her.
“Well, I think that went well,” she murmured. “So, am I
Fox slid to her side. “You almost forgot your purse, dear,” he admonished, then kissed her temple. He liked doing that more than he should have.
She dropped her keys in the bag then slipped the straps onto her shoulder. “Thanks for the help, Tom.” Smiling, she turned to Fox. “So what do you think? I really love it!”
He rubbed his chin. “It’s your call, beautiful.”
She turned to Tom. “Do you have it in red? I just
love
red.”
Fox could almost see Tom thinking about the thong. His mouth finally snapped shut, but before he could respond, Fox jumped in.
“I’m not sure about red. We’ll have to talk about that. And we still have that Bentley you liked across town, remember?”
She crinkled her nose. “So many choices.”
“Let’s go home and discuss them. They both have their advantages.” He slid his arm around her waist, liking the way she automatically tucked against him. “Thank you, Tom.”
“If I could just point out a few of the optional features,” he said, “I think I can help you come to a decision.”
Now came the high pressure part. Fox straightened his shoulders and stared him down. “Tom, you and I both know how this works. I’m not going to respond to a hard sell. I wouldn’t be good at my job if I was the type who did, so don’t bother. If I decide to purchase this car, I’ll come back and ask for you, and pay the sticker price. But it’s not going to be right now.”
Tom still looked ready to push.
Addison jumped in, grasping Fox around the waist. “Mmm. I love when you get all commanding like that.” Seductively, she rubbed up against him. “I wanna go home.” Her hand drifted from his chest toward his crotch, stopping at his belt. “Now.”
Holy fuck. What the hell was she doing?
Tom looked as surprised as Fox felt. “Um,” he fumbled for something to say, and averted his gaze.
Addison grabbed Fox’s arm and started pulling him back toward his car. “I don’t know if I’ll make it until we get home. Maybe we can stop on the side of the road again.”
As Tom stuttered through a response, Fox shrugged. “Duty calls.” He let her tug him several steps away. “Nice to meet you, Tom. We’ll be in touch.”
They walked back to his car, Addison still acting like a horny housewife while he tried, desperately, not to respond. He wished the lot was empty so he could spank her ass as soon as they got to the car.
After sliding into their seats and closing the doors, he turned to her. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” She had the nerve to look offended.
“You can’t throw me off my game like that!”
She rolled her eyes. “It made him uncomfortable so we could leave. Goal achieved.”
“We stick to the plan.” He gritted his teeth. “That’s how this works.” He never should have brought her along. This was what happened when he let his dick make decisions.
“Yeah, well, sometimes you have to improvise. Don’t tell me things work perfectly every time. Go with the flow, Pete.”
“I have things pretty much down to a science at this point.”
“When you’re conning, it isn’t science. You have to think on your feet.”
“I’m aware of that! I had things under control.”
“Didn’t look like it to me. Looked like I saved your ass.”
“You did
not
save my ass.” Why was he arguing with her? The woman was impossible. And he couldn’t concentrate on making sense when her skirt was riding up, flashing him her pretty bare thighs. She noticed his glance and grinned slyly. For fucksakes. How could one woman make him want to simultaneously throttle her and fuck her?
A picture flashed in his mind—him shoving her down on the hood of the car, one hand holding her throat, the other lifting her dress . . .
Swallowing hard, he started the car and pulled out of the lot at a responsible pace. It took all his willpower not to touch her.
“Well, I think that went well,” she murmured. “So, am I
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