Tell Me (One Night with Sole Regret 6)

He glanced at the small package on the seat beside him. Yeah, he was sure she’d enjoy what he had tucked inside. A little something he’d invented a couple years ago.

A moment later his phone displayed her next message. Limo sounds promising. I have a surprise for you too. Pretty sure you won’t like it much.

Gabe groaned. There was only one thing he could think of that would put a damper on their weekend together. Are you on your period? He texted.

O_o You saw my pu**y four hours ago. Did it look like I was on my period?

Thank God, he thought.

No, it looked damn hot with your fingers inside it, he typed to her. I’m sure I’ll like any surprise you brought with you.

We’ll see. Are you waiting in the terminal? I’ll be off the plane soon.

I’m in the black stretch limousine just outside. I’m pretending to be rich and famous. I sent the driver after you with your name on a sign.

Her response? K.

Such a terse reply for Melanie. He should have gone after her, he realized. She was probably expecting the “rush into each other’s arms and spin round and round while you lock lips in the terminal” scene. He didn’t much like public displays of affection, especially since he’d become somewhat of a celebrity. But he did want to make Melanie happy. And wanted her to know how great he thought she was. And smart. And beautiful. And funny. And sexy. Damned sexy. He just didn’t see the point in the entire world knowing how far gone he was over a woman he’d met less than a week ago.

But he didn’t mind her knowing it, so he started a new message to her.

Actually, I don’t trust myself in your company in public.

Send.

Figured you wouldn’t want your picture published all over the Internet with Force Banner’s tongue in your mouth.

Send.

And his hands all over you.

Send.

He waited eagerly for her next message. He was only half joking. Damn, he needed to be in, on, and around that woman in every capacity.

Her reply came at last. You overestimate my sense of propriety.

He laughed aloud as he read her text. Maybe he should have gone to pick her up in the terminal and to hell with what the tabloids published. He would have followed that impulse if he’d been wearing his ball cap and hadn’t already dressed for the band’s performance that night. His foot-high, red and black mohawk tended to draw attention, and people easily recognized him as someone they should gawk at. He wasn’t sure why. Nothing to see, folks. Nothing to see.

His phone sounded its text alert again.

BTW, I’m hungry. I hope you’re planning to feed me.

He’d promised to feed her the night they met, and they’d ended up distracted with more pleasurable preoccupations.

I can think of a few things I’d like to put in your mouth.

When she didn’t text him back and the minutes ticked by one after another, he decided he had offended her. He really did act like a horny idiot whenever they interacted. She was probably at the ticket counter trying to book the next flight back to Wichita. He decided to curtail his enthusiasm a bit and behave less like a caveman and more like his regular self. It had just been a long time since he’d been this crazy over a woman. So unequivocally in lust. He sure as hell didn’t want to f**k this up by making her think the only thing he was interested in was sex. He was definitely interested in sex but now that they had an entire weekend to spend together, he was determined to learn everything about her. Everything. So that lust might have a chance to become something more. Or if they found out they were incompatible outside the bedroom, so that he could get the woman out from under his skin. Or try to.

He decided to send another text, even though it did make him seem almost as desperate as he felt. I’ll order something to be sent to the hotel room. What are you in the mood for? Whipped cream or whips and chains?

Again she didn’t respond.

Crap. Had he managed to screw things up already? They always bantered back and forth like this through text messages, but maybe she wasn’t as keen to be naughty in real life. If so, the weekend he had planned would have to be entirely reconfigured into something a little less  p**n  script.

The limo door opened, and Melanie peeked in through the door. Gabe’s breath stalled in his chest. Had she always been so lovely?

“I’m in the mood for sausage,” she said. “Big, thick, and hard.”

His breathlessness ended in a chuckle.

“And juicy,” a female voice said from behind Melanie.

Melanie closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Gabe got the impression that she was counting in her head.

“Hi, Force!” the same female voice called, and the achingly beautiful face of Melanie’s friend Nikki appeared over Melanie’s shoulder. “Did you miss us?”

Gabe’s gaze darted to meet Melanie’s, but she had her eyes squeezed shut. He could tell the enabler in her was losing the battle to the hair-pulling, bitch-slapping she-cat that was about to break loose.

“Is this your surprise?” he asked. His surprise for her seemed to start flashing neon signs—XXX and Live Nude Girls and Adults Only. He grabbed the small package on the seat beside him and shoved it behind his hip as discreetly as possible.

“I told her she couldn’t come,” Melanie said out of the corner of her mouth, as if that would make it possible for Gabe, but not Nikki, to hear her words.

“But I took some initiative!” Nikki said as if she’d just been accepted into Harvard for Cheerleaders.

“Great,” Gabe said flatly. So much for kissing Melanie all the way to the venue while he used his surprise to make her scream his name in ecstasy. “I have to get to the stadium. Are you coming or not?”

“I’m not coming yet,” Melanie said with a naughty smile, her eyes popping open. “But I’m sure you can help me with that.”

His heart began to thud with excitement as she pinned him with a sultry look that without a doubt meant that she was very keen on being naughty in real life, if only they could manage to ditch her companion.

“Why don’t you ride up front with the driver?” Melanie said to Nikki, whom Melanie was very effectively blocking by splaying her body across the open door like an Olympic goalkeeper.

“Why?”

“I’m sure he gets lonely up there all by himself,” Melanie said. “And he’s really cute. Didn’t you notice?”

Gabe scowled. Melanie had noticed? He didn’t like to hear that.

“He is sort of cute in that tuxedo.” Nikki giggled. “Like a handsome penguin.”