I swallowed and nodded without thinking, my legs already moving to follow him. We walked together down the quiet hallway, and I could feel the eyes of people on us, but no one dared to say anything. When we reached his private garage, I saw his car—sleek, black, expensive-looking. It almost gleamed under the dim lights.
He opened the passenger side door for me, his hand brushing lightly against my arm as I slipped inside. The leather seat was cool beneath me, but the moment the door closed, the air was filled with his scent—rich, masculine, the same scent that always lingered around him in the office. It made my stomach flutter in the strangest way.
The drive was quiet. The hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of the road were the only sounds. I sat with my hands folded tightly on my la
