Now it was Balkhi’s turn to laugh. “I promise to keep my clothes on. And I know you can multitask. It is one of your many pleasing skills.”
Balkhi’s voice was somewhere between a growl and a purr, and although he hadn’t been specific, Wilkes knew damn well he was being suggestive. He replied quickly, before his brain started to pull up images that would distract him from driving. “I’m glad. I aim to please.”
“And you succeed. Excel, in fact.”
“Stop that, now, Rustam. Multitasking is one thing. Operating a vehicle with an erection is quite another. Flirting with me while I’m driving is not a good idea. Especially since I’m not seeing you until Friday. And I don’t know if we’ll have chance to have some fun at the weekend, either. God, I hope so.”
“Perhaps it would be a good idea, then, t
