Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I sigh, sinking into the buttery leather seat and putting down my purse. “This is the way to do
shows.”
Calvin smiles, leaning forward to grab two champagne glasses as Hollis pulls away from the
curb. He opens a new bottle and pours some for each of us, then leans back in the seat beside me.
“I’m glad you had a nice time.”
“I did.” I look over at him. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
“Thank you for enjoying it,” he says, his eyes glinting with pleasure.
I take a sip of my champagne, then lean in and kiss him with traces of it still on my lips.
My heart beats faster even though it’s just one kiss. I pull away before he can escalate it. Kissing
him on the sidewalk outside a restaurant was public and felt much safer. Kissing him in the privacy of
his car doesn’t feel safe at all.
Memories of the smooth leather against my bare thighs flits back, but I push it away.
Needing a safe distraction, I lean forward and ease my feet halfway out of my heels for a moment
so I can let them breathe. They’re aching from all the walking I did in them tonight.
“Do your feet hurt?” Calvin asks, obviously noticing what I’m doing.
I nod, flexing my foot. “The shoes are beautiful and I love them, but heels aren’t known for being
the most comfortable walking shoes in the world. If you ever feel like bringing my worn, comfy shoes
from my apartment, I’d be quite grateful.”
“We can swing by your apartment tonight if you want to.”
“Really?”
He smiles. “Why not? You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve a reward.”
I roll my eyes at the notion of that being a reward, but I don’t say anything as he tells Hollis
there’s a change of plans, to swing by my place, too.
Since we’re going to my place, I’m trying to remember all the things I wanted to pick up. My
yoga mat, Marie’s wand, my shoes…
Calvin’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Here.” He pats his lap. “Give them to me.”
“My heels?” I ask, confused.
“Your feet.”
I just stare at him for a moment, not comprehending his request.
Why does he want my feet?