My eyes widen as Luc pulls inside an underground garage.
I expected him to live in the same condominium complex where I visited Anna with Giselle earlier this week.
But he doesn’t.
“Wait there.”
I don’t understand until I see him striding around the front of the car, holding his hand up to stop a man in black, a parking attendant perhaps, from touching the passenger door.
“I got it,” he murmurs and pulls open my door.
Luc offers his hand and I pause just staring at his long fingers.
Holy. Shit.
Who knew a man’s hands could be so erotic?
“You coming, Baby Girl?”
My gaze flicks up to his, and I know the second he sees the double entendre click inside my brain.
Luc smirks and licks his lips before it turns into a heated smile.
No, Luc, I’m not coming. Not yet. But with any luck I will be.
I nod and clear my throat, taking his hand as he helps me out of the car.