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to just asking me if you can drive?” he wondered out loud.
    She drew back, obviously shocked. “Wait. You would let me drive?”
    Josef stood up. Digging in his pocket, he withdrew a few bills and tossed them onto the table. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
    * * *
    Dani didn’t know whether she was going to die of sexual anticipation or straight-up excitement. Josef was actually going to let her drive his car? Was he insane? And why did she care if he had lost his mind or not? She was going to get to drive his Maserati, right?
    There was something incredibly liberating about leaving the bar, or club, or whatever this place was called, on Josef’s arm. People were watching her. The men looked on with lust. The women were envious. Dani had never been the center of attention like this before. It was a heady sensation.
    “Your car, sir.” The young valet waved to the spot where they had parked the Maserati beneath an awning close to the entrance. “Have a wonderful evening, sir.”
    “Thank you.” Josef handed the kid a fifty-dollar bill.
    Tucking Dani’s hand into the crook of his elbow, Josef walked her to the driver’s side of the vehicle. The sleek electric-blue finish gleamed in the streetlights. Then he opened the door and ushered her behind the wheel. Dani sank into the black leather seat and groaned with delight.
    “Well?” Josef cocked his head, looking almost amused by her reaction.
    Dani didn’t care if someone would have said she had no pride. “It’s better than sex.”
    His laugh could be heard even after he shut the door. She felt a blush heat her cheeks as she realized how transparent she had been. Better than sex? Perhaps in her experience that was true, but every bone in her body told her that would not be the case with a man like Josef.
    He opened the passenger door and sat gracefully. “You know, I must tell you that if you say that about anything , it must be assumed that you’re just not doing it right.”
    “Doing what right?” she asked, distractedly running her hands over the steering wheel.
    “Sex.”
    “What?” Dani glanced over in surprise.
    He looked so sexy sitting there in the car with an elegant half smile on his face. His hair looked as if he’d just gotten out of bed. Would he look like that first thing in the morning? Would she ever have the chance to find out?
    She was still caressing the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Her brain was bouncing from topic to topic without conscious thought. Then he drew a sharp breath and she looked over at him once again.
    “You should stop touching my car like that,” he said. “You’re making me incredibly jealous.”
    “Oh.” The word came out as a sigh. Her heart was beating so quickly that she thought she might stop breathing altogether.
    “Push the button to start the engine,” he advised. “Before I do something I will regret right here in this parking lot.”
    Feeling almost drunk on her feminine power, Dani pushed in the clutch and started the vehicle. The purr of the engine was exquisite. “You keep saying that,” she put the car in first gear and checked her mirrors before pulling away from the curb, “but you haven’t yet asked whether or not I want you hang on to your precious control.”
    “Perhaps it isn’t your decision,” he suggested.
    Dani gave the car a little gas and it leapt forward into traffic. She shifted to second, and then quickly to third gear. She could feel the rumble through the gearshift in her right hand. It was satisfying, but not nearly enough. She wanted more.
    “Turn here, take the exit for the highway. We can let it run just a little,” he coaxed.
    “But only enough to give me a taste,” she whispered.
    Doing as he asked, she headed for the Interstate. It was late and traffic was light. She steered expertly through the lanes, choosing an open stretch to really turn on the horsepower. It was intoxicating in its own way, but she still wanted more.
    “You’re a good driver,” he