Free For The Night (Luna, #1) by Violet Haze Page B

us.
    “Fine,” I finally agree, holding up my shoe, heel out. “But don’t try anything funny. I may not be able to break ground with this, but I’m definitely able to puncture your face with it.”
    He laughs and leans close to whisper, “Not to worry. While I enjoy a little feistiness in the bedroom, the only time I ignore a ‘no’ is when there is a consensual safe-word in its place.”
    I’m not shocked at his words. I know all about kink and the various forms of enjoyment it can bring to the bedroom. Instead of responding like he obviously wants me to, I slide onto the seat.
    As he goes to shut the door, I ask, “Don’t you want to know the name of the woman you’ve invited into your car?”
    He shrugs. “Only if you want to tell me.”
    Before I can respond, he closes the door and walks around to climb in. He puts on his seatbelt, then turns his head my way and just looks at me, smiling.
    “What?”
    He tilts his head a little, pointing a finger at his own restraint. “Can’t drive ’til you put it on.”
    “We’re going two minutes down the road!”
    “A lot can happen in those couple’a minutes.”
    Irritated, I grab the belt and put it on, snapping, “Is that a line you use on every woman you meet?”
    He ignores my remark, pulling away from the curb before asking, “Where do you want me to drop you off?”
    I want to glare at him, not sure why I’m so pissed off at a man who just wants to help me. Instead, I just sigh and point. “You can let me out by that driveway, with the green trash can at the end of it.”
    It’s two houses down from my place. Within seconds, he pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park.
    “Thanks for the ride,” I say, opening the door.  
    As I go to step out, he puts a hand on mine, halting me. “Wait.”
    The tingle of awareness that shoots up my arm as his hand covers mine has me clenching my thighs. Hoping he didn’t notice my reaction, I lift a brow to indicate I’m waiting for him to continue.
    “You never told me your name.”
    I blink. That’s not what I expect him to say. I thought he’d ask me out on a date, but perhaps he wants to know my name first.
    I lick my lips, unsure of whether I should tell him my real name or not, and his gaze drops to watch.
    My decision is made in that moment.
    I want to fuck him, which means he’ll know me as Luna. I don’t tell any man my real name and without my disguise, I’m just Jocelyn, the woman nobody notices; well, unless I’m taking their order.
    “Luna.” I stick my hand out and he clasps it in his, eyes filled with desire.
    “Well, Luna, how ‘bout dinner tomorrow?”
    I’ve no reason to deny him now. Not when I’ve decided we’re going to have sex for the hell of it. I grant my acceptance with a nod.
    He shakes his head and tugs my hand sharply, pulling me toward him, sliding his free hand around to cradle the nape of my neck.
    Our lips meet as I gasp at his boldness, even as I’m secretly thrilled at this show of his dominance. He doesn’t seek entrance; instead, I take the kiss for what it is: a promise to have dinner with him the following evening.
    When he pulls away, he grins and says, “Tomorrow at seven at the hotel.”
    I can’t speak for a moment, struck speechless by his kiss; a kiss that set my body on fire.
    “Seven,” I confirm softly before stepping out of the car and closing the door.
    He drives off and I’m left standing on the curb, smiling like a fool.

CHAPTER TWO

    The next morning he walks into my diner as per his habit every Monday.
    Afraid he will recognize me by voice, I grab the arm of one of my two employees and pull her inside the kitchen area.
    “I need you to take care of him today,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice calm and collected. “Tell him I’m sick if he asks for me.”
    I’m the boss. I can’t show anything except complete confidence to those who work for me. If I panic, they panic and that’s never good for business.
    Not that we were