After having breakfast, Tara and Antonio left the building.
Upon getting settled into his flashy sports car, he handed her a dark silky foulard, and told her simply and quite matter-of-factly, “Put it on.”
Tara frowned briefly. “You want me to put on a scarf in this heat?”
He had the nerve to chuckle at her. “You innocent little thing,” he teased and she pouted. “Use it as a blindfold, kitten.”
She let out a husky “Oh” at that.
“It’s not like that,” he teased. “Get your head out of the gutter, cariña.”
“I didn’t say anything,” she was quick to defend herself.
“You didn’t have to,” he countered in a tone that was so light, she wanted to cherish the moment. “Your expression said it all.”
“Whatever,” she humphed.
And then, complying with his softly spoken command, she blindfo
