Gia's blue gaze widens as it collides with mine for the second time in the span of a few short hours. A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of my lips.
Looks like I've surprised her.
Again.
Oh, Ms. Monroe, did you really think I was going to let you slip through my fingers again? No way. Not after I've been thinking about you for three solid weeks. Ever since you warmed my bed with that hot little body of yours. We're not done just yet.
It's almost laughable the way her feet grind to a halt in the parking lot. Instead of closing the forty-foot distance between us, I lean against the seat of my bike. My legs are stretched out in front of me as if I've got all the time in the world.