Free Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) by Eve Montelibano Page A

wanted to know more about him but she curtailed the urge to delve into his personal life. She decided to stick to the lighter side of things. “So, tell me about art and the Medicis.”
    That seemed to take the edge off his face. “The Medici family was considered the father of Italian Renaissance.”
    “Okay, I need to brush up on my art history. Renaissance? Michaelangelo? Da Vinci?”
    He smiled and glanced at her briefly. “Yes. You’re not that bad.”
    “Do you love art?”
    “Yes. In the family museums in Tuscany and Florence, we have works by Filippo Brunelleschi, Donatello, Da Vinci and Michaelangelo.”
    Seriously?! Wow. She swallowed. This was so out of her league but she pretended to be cool. “Yes, I’ve heard of Donatello, one of the Ninja Turtles.”
    He chuckled.
    “Sorry, I’m not really high on art, not on the level you’re at, but I do have a couple of modern artworks I purchased from a private collection when the owner went bankrupt. My portfolio management team said it was a good investment and I was getting them for a bargain price.”
    “What do you have?”
    “I have a Jackson Pollock and the other one… I forgot the artist’s name. Finger-lickin’ good or something.”
    He glanced at her briefly. “Finger-lickin…Lichtenstein?”
    “Yes, that’s it!”
    He chuckled. “A Pollock, too?”
    “You know them?”
    “Of course. I have a couple of Pollocks.”
    She grimaced. “Did you buy them because you like his works or just for investment?”
    “Both.”
    “Really? I was wondering where to put that junk in my house. It’s so fugly! But I have it in my living room because it always elicits revulsion from my guests which is fun to watch. The moment they see it, they have this what-the-fuck expression on their faces and they’d all look at me like I’m ten varieties of sick for buying it, and I agree! I swear I always ask myself what is so artistic about turds and worms having an orgy. And it cost 10 freakin’ million dollars, almost as expensive as my cherry!”
    He laughed. “In this case, I definitely agree. I would pass by a hideous Pollock anytime for your lovely cherry, cara mia. ”
    She rolled her eyes. “He’s so smug.”
    He just shrugged and grinned.
    “Is this gonna end?” she asked, her eyes squinting at the road ahead.
    “Eventually.”
    “But this is crazy! Why would you live in the middle of nowhere?”
    “You want to do something crazy?”
    “Uhm, I don’t think we have the same crazy.”
    “Let’s do mine first, then let’s do yours.”
    “O…kay…”
    He stopped the car in the middle of the road.
    “Why are we stopping?”
    “I’m hungry.”
    “You wanna eat? No restaurant in sight.”
    “But there is one. A lovely one that serves a special dish which has fast become my favorite.”
    “What?”
    He removed her seat belt, gripped her hips and practically hauled her from her seat. She gasped in surprise. He positioned her to stand in front of him, planting her feet on either side of him. Since his car was a coupe, there was plenty of room. “I figured this is nothing compared to your stage acrobatics.”
    She started to shake her head, guessing his intention. “Oh no. No, no no!”
    There was an unholy glint in his eyes as he removed her slip-on sandals and guided her hands to grip the top of the windshield. Then he bent her left leg so that her foot was resting on his shoulder. She was wearing a flowing sun dress and it now rode high up on her thigh, revealing her white thong. He grinned naughtily. “Nice view.”
    She stared at him wide-eyed, her tummy fluttering like crazy. “Giane, someone might see us!”
    “Who would bother us in the middle of nowhere?” he repeated her words.
    “Your security men!”
    “They won’t bother us. They won’t dare.”
    “But...but Giane, they might see us!”
    He showed her his watch. “This also serves as a tracker. See that blue light? It means Keep Distance. They’re far away, cara . But