50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Sixty-Five

    Brian stood next to a sleek, black limousine. He looked even more dashing than usual, donning a tuxedo instead of one of his trademark designer tuxedos. A glint sparkled in his eye when Destiny emerged from the condo building. "Don't you look good enough to eat?" he asked as she approached.

    Her cheeks flushed. "Again?"

    He gave her one of his lopsided grins as he opened the door for her. "With how good you taste? As often as you'll let me."

     After taking a moment to get over the shock of hearing those words coming out of his mouth, she pressed herself against the length of him. "You have a dirty mouth on you, Mr. Davies."

    "It's impossible for me to think clean thoughts after what we did today," he said, lowering his voice as the chauffeur walked up to grab Destiny's suitcase.

    Her eyes remained locked on Brian's as she held out her hand to him.

    He accepted her hand and raised it to his lips. Then he helped her into the car and ducked into the car after her.

    "You seem to be adjusting well without the use of a whole arm," she observed.

    "I have no choice," he said, closing the door and looking down at his sling. "To be able to do much of anything, I've had to learn how to handle it with one arm."

    "Have you gotten any help at the house?" she asked, gingerly touching his cast. A thought occurred to her, and she opened her purse.

    The limousine pulled away from the curb and turned out of the condo complex entrance.

    "A neighbor has been helping me out, actually," he told her.

    "That's great," she said, relieved that he had some kind of help.

    He smiled at her. "She's been amazing."

    "She?" Destiny repeated, still digging inside of her purse.

    "Yeah. Leslie."

    "Oh." She withdrew a marker from her purse and set the purse on the seat beside her.

    His brows furrowed. "What is that for?"

    She gently touched his cast. "I'm supposed to be the first one to sign it, remember?"

    He watched as she removed the cap from the Sharpie. "I didn't think you remembered that."

    "I remember almost everything you tell me," she said, glancing towards the front of the limo. She waited for the limousine to stop at a red light before scribbling her name across the cast. As an afterthought, she drew a heart next to her name.

    "Other people are going to see this," he reminded her.

    "Good," she said, capping the pen. "You can start off by showing it to Leslie, whom I hope is old enough to be your grandma."

    He burst out laughing. "There's no way that you're..." He shook his head, still laughing. "Never mind."

    "What?" she asked, dropping the marker into her purse.

    "There's no way you're jealous that Leslie is practically my indentured servant," he said, leaning back and grinning at her.

    "Jealous? No." Maybe a little, even though I have absolutely no right to be.

    "You don't see a little irony or hypocrisy in that? Even just a little?" he asked, holding up his hand and inching his index finger and thumb together.