She wore that sexy blouse on purpose.

To tempt me.

I can’t forget that everything is a pre-calculated move with her.

“You’re better than okay,” I say. “You look good enough to eat. But your blouse is a little too see-through for where we’re going. The people we’re going to visit can be a little unpredictable, and we don’t want to stir up trouble. You probably should change into something a tad more...nun-like.”

She looks confused and her eyes widen.

“Oh, you mean the moonshiners,” she says. “How rough are these people? Are they dangerous?”

“I don’t know for sure, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.” I try not to let my facial expression give anything away. “Some of these backwoods country folks are a little different. They might not appreciate a provocative blouse with a sexy lacy bra underneath the way I do.” I stare pointedly at her breasts. “And just so you know, I appreciate it very much. So if the shirt is for my benefit, thank you.”

“It isn’t,” she says in a huff, throwing up her hands in frustration. “I’ll be right back.”

I admire the view of her gorgeous ass running back into the house. She returns two minutes later in a plain blue shirt that covers up everything.

“Is this better?” she asks.

I make a face.

“Not to me. But I think you’ll be glad you changed once we get there.”

I hand her a helmet and she straps it on without asking for my help. After I climb on the bike, she hops on behind me and grips my waist without saying a word.

I slide on my sunglasses and hide a smile.

This is going to be fun.

Little Miss Lila is screwing with the wrong person.

Nobody outplays a player, and I’m the best there is.

I run my hand down her smooth thigh before resting it on her knee. She tenses slightly, unconsciously letting me know that she would like to slap my hand away. So I leave it.

“All set back there?” I ask.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

I drive slowly on the two-lane country road then open up the engine when we hit the open highway. When I glance back in the mirror at her, I can’t tell if she’s enjoying the ride or terrified. Either way, she’s not going to let me see it.

Everything Lila does is carefully calculated. Behind those clear green eyes, her mind is probably whirling constantly, always thinking of her next big move against me. It freaks me out to think how things might have turned out if Flint’s contact hadn’t warned us.

When I speed up, she scoots up closer and grips my waist tighter. Her soft breasts press against my back. My cock stirs in interest and I can’t help wondering what she’s like in bed.