Po-laht. There’s that word again. I want to know how polite she’ll look when she’s naked in my arms, begging me to let her come.
Jesus. My raging attraction to the commissioner’s daughter is really inconvenient. “Have you ever driven a Tesla before?”
“It’s a car, Jason. How hard could it be?” She stops in front of my baby, which is practically glowing in the moonlight. She opens her fingers to reveal my key fob, which is basically a small, smooth replica of the car itself, without any buttons.
She turns it over in her hand, and I can practically hear her gears grinding as she tries to figure out how to open the door.
This time I can’t fight off my grin. “Need some help?”
“Okay, this is weird,” she grumbles. “No buttons?”
“Touch the driver’s side of the little car in your hand.”
She taps it, and my car door opens slowly. “That is seriously cool!” She taps the model twice more, and now my back doors rise, too—bat-wing style—up over the car.
“You’ve got it now,” I say.
But before I can even finish the sentence, she’s tapping those sensors like crazy, opening and shutting all four doors. The car looks like a bird that’s flapping its wings for takeoff.
Jesus. “You’re draining my battery right now.”
“Oh, please,” she says. “Like you never did this?”
Fine. I totally did.
She marches over to the driver’s side and gets in. Then all the doors begin to close at once.
“Whoa,” I say, ducking under the backdoor, forcing it to pause in its descent. I drop into the backseat of my car, a place I haven’t admired before now. “Hey, it’s roomy back here.”
“Shall I climb on back, then?” Heidi asks, turning around to face me. Her pretty face sizes me up. There’s a challenge in her eyes.
Unngh. This girl is gonna kill me. “Very funny.”
“What if I wasn’t joking? I want another chance.”
“Another chance at…?”
“You. Jeez.” Her expression is defiant, but a telltale blush hits her cheekbones. “I’m not drunk, and I’ve sworn off alcohol.”
I clear my throat. “Well, I’ve sworn off you.”
“Because of the picture?”
“The picture doesn’t help,” I admit. “We both know that people will believe what they want to believe.”
“Which people?” She narrows her eyes. “Does this have to do with my father?”
“Sure it does,” I admit. “Do you know how he greeted me tonight? With, ‘My daughter is off limits.’ That was his opener.”
Heidi whips around to face the front again and thumps herself back against the driver’s seat. “FML.”
I snort. “You say it that way when you’re sober?”
“Yes. It sounds cheap when a woman drops f-bombs.”
“Depends when she’s saying it,” I point out. “I’m rather fond of hearing it when we’re naked and she’s begging for it.”
“I wouldn’t know,” she snaps. “I guess there’s nothing more to say. Let’s deliver you and your hot guy vehicle to the turnaround, shall we?” She reaches forward and…
I wait.
“Castro,” she says in a low voice. “I know there’s no key. But where’s the magic button?”
“I can’t help you find your magic button, baby,” I tell her.
Heidi growls. “We already went over that. I mean on the car.”
I laugh. “There’s no button. It’s always on. You step on the brake to close the doors. Then you put it in gear and hit the pedal.”
“That’s just weird,” she grumbles as the doors close. She moves the lever into reverse.
“No, it’s awesome. My baby is always ready to play. She’s—”
The car leaps backward so fast that I’m thrown forward.
“Whoops!” Heidi says as we halt just as fast. “I guess those Tesla engineers aren’t fooling around.”
I’m absolutely terrified now. “Maybe you should let me—”
“Nope,” she snaps, guiding the car out of the parking space more carefully now. “I’ve got it.” She touches the control panel, shutting off the air conditioning. Then she touches it again to lower the windows. “I want to hear the silence.”
“Okay,” I say with a sigh. Everyone does.
She glides gently past the row of parked cars. “That is super cool,” she says. “We’re in stealth mode.”
“Stealth mode is awesome,” I admit. Everything about this car turns me on, including watching her drive it. Not that I’d say so.
“Does it really accelerate as fast as they say?” she asks.
“Totally.”
“Awesome,” she says, passing the entrance to the turnaround.
“Where are you going?” I ask as she puts on her turn signal.
“To try it out! Duh.” Heidi makes a right onto the country road.
“Oh. Well. There’s a gas station about a half mile from here. You could turn around there.”
She says nothing. And when we reach the gas station a minute later, she blows right by it.
“Uh, Heidi?”
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to have a little fun. I have to get my kicks somewhere. I mean—I’m totally down with giving you a blowjob instead right now. But I think you said that’s already off the table.”
My poor brain is instantly filled with images of Heidi unzipping my tuxedo pants and bending over me, her hair sliding around on my body as she takes me inside her mouth…
The car turns onto the highway entrance ramp and accelerates further. “Holy shit. Where are we going?”
“Can’t go ninety on the side streets,” she says. “That’ll be dangerous.” She taps a button to close the windows. They slide up as the car shoots forward onto the sparsely populated roadway.
Thank God it’s a Wednesday night and not rush hour. Because we are flying. I watch my speedometer climb to eighty and then ninety.
“Jesus, slow down!”
“You are wearing your seatbelt, right?” She puts her hands at ten and two on the steering wheel. “How does she handle at high speed?”
“You don’t need to know! Let’s go back now.”
But Heidi ignores me. There’s a Taurus in the left lane that isn’t moving quite so fast, so Heidi slips into the right lane and passes it.
“Careful. You don’t want a ticket,” I say a little breathlessly. “Wouldn’t that be a bad way to finish the night?”
She slows the car, and I’m immediately grateful. We roll along at a nice quiet fifty for a moment. I’m breathing a little easier, but then she asks, “Have you done a hundred? I bet you have. Hey—time this. Count of three.”
“What? Don’t—”
“One, two, three—” She floors it.
The only thing I’m timing is how quickly my balls recede into my body as Heidi rips forward down the highway. It’s one thing to press down the accelerator yourself. It’s quite another to be at the mercy of someone else.
Heidi gives a little shriek of joy as we hurtle down the road at high speed. The speedometer lurches upwards, through seventy and eighty in a heartbeat. Then ninety.
It’s dark, for fuck’s sake. So many things could go wrong. A deer in the road. A drunk driver coming home from happy hour. My heart is in my throat as I glance at Heidi in the front seat. Her eyes are locked onto the road, her sleek arms gripping the wheel like she’s a NASCAR driver in formal wear. She’s completely focused.
“A hundred,” I gasp as the speedometer shows triple digits. “You did it. Feel free to slow down.”
“Yes!” She eases back on the pedal.
And that’s when we fly past the police cruiser in the median. “Uh-oh. Shit.”
“Cop?” she squeaks. She doesn’t freak out, though. “Did he pull out?”
“Well…” I crane my neck to watch the road behind us. “He was facing the other way. Like he’d have to do a K-turn to get you.” We’re making tracks away from him. But just when I think we’re out of the woods, I see cruiser lights flip on. “Uh-oh. He might be coming.”
Heidi doesn’t say anything. She makes a lane change that’s sudden yet smooth and heads off the upcoming exit. “Hey!” I gasp, grabbing the seat in front of me. I’d be impressed if I weren’t busy preparing for my sudden death.
It’s a short exit ramp, and she has to break hard at the bottom. The tires squeak as she makes a short radius turn, heading away from the highway.
“This is just going to get you into more trouble,” I complain.