Then again, he had millions tied into a few of the harbors up there.
With a sigh, I started the recording on the computer and was just about to make sure everything worked when Andi walked in.
Sadly, she wasn’t naked, but she was wearing skinny jeans and a sweatshirt that hung so loose on her I was afraid it was going to fall off one of her shoulders and hang onto her hips. She was losing more weight. Funny how girls typically love to hear that. But with Andi? I knew it would just take that smile away. Hell, she’d probably leap into the air if I told her she was getting fat.
“Oooo.” Andi approached the table. The hand was in the FedEx box, ready to go. “So we flat-rate this stuff, huh?”
I smirked. “Is there any other way?”
“Not sure. Never sent a body part to a person before.” She tapped the hand. “Testing one, two, three.”
My computer went wild. “Well, it works.”
“I can officially mark that off my bucket list. Talked to a hand, hand recorded conversation, and mailed it off to a biological parent.”
“Something tells me your bucket list contains a lot more violence than the typical human being.”
She shrugged; the sweatshirt fell even farther off her shoulder.
“Will you be cold?” I asked gently. She had half her arm exposed already.
“No.” She smiled. I could tell it was forced. “Besides, most my clothes are getting a bit baggy… probably all that sex.”
“All that sex?” I repeated, crossing my arms. “You mean all of two times?”
“In my head, it’s been triple that.” She nodded emphatically. “Care to make that dream come true?”
“Car.” I pointed to the door. “Weren’t you just complaining a few days ago about me not participating in our epic honeymoon? You know, the one where I apparently take you on an African safari only to come home and whisk you away to China?”
She chewed her lower lip. “Yes, but doesn’t lying in bed sound awesome too?”
I ignored the dark circles under her eyes, just like I ignored the clenching in my stomach that she was starting to bruise more around her hands.
“Of course it does.” I grabbed her by the shoulders and pointed her toward the door. “But so does a cinnamon roll and the best mimosa of your life.”
Andi let out a slight whimper. “Talk dirty to me, Italy.”
“Cinnamon,” I said in a deep voice, pulling her back against me.
“Ooo.”
“Sugar.” I licked the side of her neck.
Andi shivered in my arms. “Don’t stop!”
“Hot… buttery…”
“Just a little bit more…” She closed her eyes and clenched my hands within hers.
“Dough,” I finished, kissing her head. “You’re strange, you know that?”
“Whatever. You’re the one making dough a dirty word.”
“The woman has a point.” I grabbed my keys and swatted her hand when she reached for her purse.
“What?” Her wide eyes blinked up at me.
“You said you wanted one of those fun credit cards. Well, as much as I’m sure you think I can snap my fingers and make them appear, I can’t control American Express. Therefore, I put your name on mine.”
Her eyes widened even more. “Shut up!”
“No limit.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her through the large garage. “Pick a car for your shopping day.”
“Shopping day!” She twirled once then winked at me and twirled again, making her way toward the most conspicuous car I owned. “I pick this one.”
I cursed. “Of course you’d pick the red Lambo.” It wasn’t just any red Lambo either. It was a red Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. The thing looked like a happier version of the Batmobile, minus all the toys.
“It’s pretty.” She ran her hands along the hood then leaned up against it. “Think she’ll purr for me?”
I rolled my eyes. I hung up the keys to the Mercedes and quickly grabbed the ones to the Lamborghini. “What can I say? Italians make sexy cars. What’s the last thing you did, Russia?”
“You.” She blew me a kiss and opened the door. It slowly rose up above her head. With a squeal, she basically flew into the car. So much for trying to keep a low profile. Then again, if Petrov wanted her, he could be my guest; it would be so much easier shooting him in broad daylight.
I got in the car and started the engine.
“Holy…” Andi gripped the seat with her hands. “It sounds like a freaking plane!”
“Yup.” I turned up Hozier and pulled out my sunglasses.
“And it vibrates…” She gripped my hand. “…almost like a motorcycle.”
“Wow, if I’d known this was all it took to get you all hot and bothered, I would have skipped the shower this morning,” I joked.
Andi threw her head back and shouted, “Thirteen!”
I couldn’t stop the bark of laughter. “Who was better? Me or the car?”
“Aw…” She lightly punched my shoulder. “…don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” She started petting the seat. I half-expected her to start licking it and whispering sweet nothings to the leather.
“Should I leave you alone?”
“No.” She freaking winked at the leather seat. “We’ll catch up later.” She buckled her seatbelt. “Why? Jealous?”