She grinned, shaking her head. "I hope so. Because I want you to crave me," she said with a wink. "After tonight, I plan to be so firmly beneath your skin, you can't see straight unless you're looking at me."
Her hand grew more bold. Or perhaps she just didn't care if the cabby caught a glimpse in the rear view mirror. Her hand on his thigh stroked higher, teasingly, until her knuckles were brushing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gently, so gently, and yet unmistakably. "After all, you work in a bar. I'd hate to have you forget me when some girl flashes you a big grin in an attempt to get her way," she said, offering him exactly that sort of grin.