Chapter 126

“You want to blend, don’t you?” His cheeks were tinged with red, and I had a strong feeling he was using that as an excuse. “I take you to the motel I have in mind, you’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb dressed in Mann casual.”

More intrigued that he’d bought me jeans—that he’d actually remembered the little tale I’d told him last summer—I ignored the snarky remark. “You’re taking me to a motel?” My cock liked the idea. Yes, this was serious business, but I couldn’t help being aroused by the thought of us in some anonymous motel that had vibrating beds and porn on the TV. I licked my lips. That would be a wonderful Valentine’s gift. “Will I wait in the car while you register us? Mr. and Mr. Smith?”

“Or Jones. Does that…” He studied my eyes. “That turns you on!” The skin on his cheekbones darkened again, seemed to tighten. “Who’d have thought?”

“What? That a Mann might be interested in a…a….”