He suddenly lightened up, and then he was grinning at her again. "Great. It would be nice to spend some time with my new friend. I don't have a lot of friends, you know"
Isabella smiled back at him. Friends—she wanted Samson to be much more than that, at least a friend she could have s*x with. Lots of s*x. Lots of good s*x. If he was as good in bed as his kiss promised, there’d be lots of great s*x.
Was it getting warmer in the car?
“Are you hot? I'm sorry, I should have turned on the AC” Samson Samson.
“What?” Isabella lifted her gaze to meet Samson’s inquisitive stare.
“Your cheeks are red.” he replied. "I thought maybe you were hot or something?"
It was probably safer not to think of s*x anymore while she was in the car with him, Isabella thought. Or in any other place for that
