Read Driven for Free Online Page B

a moment longer.
    “Have you ever done something like this before?”
    “Like what?”
    “Fooled around with someone you just met?”
    “Yes.”
    She nodded. “I figured.”
    “But it was never like this, Lynn. Those times were about scratching an itch with girls who sought a notch on their bedpost—wanted to say they fucked Sebastian Fiori. Not me, my name.”
    He couldn’t obscure the bitterness underlying his resignation.
    “If it makes you feel better, you’re a no-name to me.” She smiled. “Or at least you were. I’ll never forget you now.”
    “Same here, gorgeous.” His fingertip traced her brow. “I kind of got the feeling this is some kind of experiment for you. I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time. Luckiest day of my life.”
    “You think I’d have done this with any hot guy I met?” She started to sit up but he tucked her closer. “Bastian, that’s not true. Believe me, I have lots of fantasies. Yes, one of them was to take a younger lover, but I’ve never wanted to make one come true as much as when I met you.”
    “Tell me about the books in your purse. Are they about things you want to try? Or simply something to dream about?”
    Ridiculous, considering what they’d done, she blushed again. “I guess they’re a hot fantasy. Not something I ever expected to experience but something to wonder about. Sort of like winning the lotto. Part of the fun of buying a ticket is imagining what you’d do with the winnings because that’s as close as you’ll ever get, you know?”
    “I suppose.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’ve never bought a lotto ticket. If I want something, I try to figure out how I can get it myself.”
    Admiration for her lover flared in her chest.
    “Someday, I hope I can say the same.”
    “What if I know a way you can? At least with these…”
    “Mr. Fiori, we’re nearing JFK. Which gate do you require?” The chauffer buzzed through the tinted glass partition on the intercom.
    Lynn’s heart bottomed out. Her time with this incredible man had expired. Sure, they’d be on the same plane, but now she had no doubt he’d be flying first class with flight attendants hanging on every request while she suffered through the nine-hour journey squashed in coach. If she got really lucky, she’d be seated between an armrest hogger and someone intent on talking her ear off when all she wanted to do was relive these past four hours, over and over.
    “Terminal three, gate eleven,” she supplied. At the same time he said, “Terminal four, gate nine.”
    Oh no! They weren’t on the same flight after all. She’d have less than five minutes to say goodbye as the first airport signs zipped past the window.
    “Terminal four, please,” he repeated for the driver then clicked the channel closed and cleared his throat. “Lynn, I told the airline to release your seat, that you’d made other plans. The flight was oversold even before the weather jacked stuff up. They were looking for any reason to generate free spots.”
    This time he couldn’t hold her when she shoved away from his betraying warmth. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I gave up everything I know for this opportunity. You think you can make decisions for me after knowing me for less than five minutes?”
    “Listen, please.” He held his hand out, palms facing her when she contemplated chucking her shoe at him. “It’s not as bad as you think. I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it here on time with the traffic. Look, it’s already six forty-five.”
    She hauled her cell from her purse then dropped her head in her hands. Hormones had distracted her when she could least afford it. He was right. Even if she’d run or found a trolley to drive her, she would have had a hard time making it to her gate before they released her seat for the international flight.
    “So why’d you bother with all this nonsense?” She waved at the decadent car. “You were that sure you’d get in my