He glanced down at me.
“Anything. I’m an open book.”
“How many girls have you picked
up at work?”
Straightening a bit, he sighed.
“Counting you?” I nodded, afraid of his answer. “Hmm. Let me think.” This did
not bode well if he actually had to take the time to count them. “Yeah, I’m
thinking somewhere in the neighborhood of one—counting you.” My eyebrows shot
up in surprise and he laughed. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Surprised?”
“After that routine you pulled
with me tonight? Yes. I figured any lady lucky enough to get to come on stage
with you probably got a free ride later on.”
“Really? And yet you still
agreed to meet me. Does that mean you were wanting said ride?” I could feel the
blush spreading furiously across my face as he bent to unlock the passenger
side of his Jaguar, opening the door. “I mean, I’d be more than willing to
accommodate you; but as you can see, the back seat of this car is practically
non-existent. I barely fit in the driver’s seat. Of course, I could do you on
the hood if you’d like.”
I couldn’t even form words to
reply; instead, I just slid inside. He chuckled as he shut the door behind me.