"Christopher," Vivisn began, her voice unsteady as her nerves bubbled to the surface. "I really don’t feel comfortable wearing this lingeria. Can you please just tell me where we’re going? None of this makes sense."
Her words hung in the air, but Christopher didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The faint glow of the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp features—the chiseled jawline, the strong curve of his cheekbones, and the slight scruff that only added to his dangerous allure. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his intense gaze beneath those thick lashes was nothing short of magnetic.
Finally, without breaking his focus on the road, he reached over to the back seat with one hand and gra
