He didn’t take the bait. “You could cost me my job, you could compromise a federal investigation, you’re reckless and unpredictable, yet when I look at you, all I can think is how much I want you.”
“It’s a gift,” she joked, feeling just a little embarrassed at her foiled stakeout. Not one of her better ideas.
There was no answer but the sound of his ragged breathing and her nervous gulping breaths. Her nipples were hardening in her tank top, brought about by his steady, probing stare. Maybe he had mind-control powers and he had ordered her nipples to bead.
She liked that better than the idea that one glance from him and her insides were lusty oatmeal mush.
“Ever done it in a car?” he asked, pulling the condoms out of his pocket and tossing them up onto the dash.
Wait, was he serious? “Just one failed attempt senior year. We couldn’t quite figure out the physics involved.”
Patting his thighs, he said in a coaxing voice, “Come sit on my lap.”
He was serious.
“You know, Knight, we’re in a hotel parking lot. It’s barely even dark out and there’s a huge streetlight shining right on us.”
“Chicken,” he taunted.
Oh, like that was going to work. She was way too mature for that kind of tactic. Sort of. Reese clenched her fists and tried not to give in. They could not have sex in a car in a parking lot.
“No, we’re not doing this.”
Knight unzipped his jeans.
Mama. Like she could resist that blatant invitation.
Pulling her legs up, she scooted over across the gearshift, squeezing her side against him in the quarter inch space he’d left her.
“Move over.”
“No, I want you to get on my lap.”
“I was going to take my pants off first.” Reaching down, she grabbed her slippers and tossed them on the driver’s seat.
“Nice slippers,” Knight said, his lip twitching.
“I was in a hurry.” Reese was wiggling against Knight, trying to shove him over with her hip, about to push down her pants.
A knock on the window made her scream. “Aah!” Heart pounding, eternally grateful she hadn’t dropped her drawers yet, she turned to see who it was.
Knight’s big head was blocking her view.
“Derek? Is that you?”
“Shit.” Knight cursed, trying to get the window to go down. “Reese, turn the car back on, the window won’t open.”
She did, all while craning her neck to get a glimpse of the person standing outside. She strongly suspected this was the cooperating witness, and she wanted a good look at him.
After Knight sent the window down, he said in a low voice, “What is it, Stan? Everything okay?”
Stan. Reese ran through the list of names she’d seen in the Delco documents. Stan something-or-other, a chemist in charge of the new products division. Bingo.
“Who’s with you?” The man was upset, jumpy.
Knight zipped his pants back up. “It’s just my girlfriend. Let me step outside the car.”
It figured. He was the picture of discretion when it came to his work. But this time she could forgive him because she was too busy being preoccupied with his wording. Girlfriend. He had said girlfriend.It’s just my girlfriend.