My pulse jumped as he said those words deeply, deliberate, and far too calm to be harmless.
My fingers instinctively reached for the handle trying to escape the moment, It didn’t budge. Of course it didn’t. This is Shawn Wolfe's car. Everything down to the tires is automatic.
Shawn noticed my retreat. His gaze flicked toward my hand with cool amusement. “Are you trying to run away?” he asked, his voice silky and slow. “Go ahead." Try.”
I froze. My heart was pounding so loudly I was certain he could hear it.
“I’m not running,” I whispered, but the words trembled on my tongue. Even I didn't believe myself.
He leaned closer, the air between us shifting, thick with heat. His silver “Patek Phillpe” feeling the smoothness of my skin. He pressed a button near the gear shift, and with a smoot
