SOLAYNE
"I was staring out the window, Solayne."
"Funny. Because you should be watching the windscreen, not my side of it."
"You don't teach me how to drive in my own car."
"Well, it doesn't need to be my car to know you were staring at the wrong place."
"You talk about the wrong place like you aren't sitting in one."
My nails dug into my palms from how hard I fisted them.
"Relax, lady. I don't have any s****l interest in you," he added coolly, finally switching on the heater.
He didn't have any s****l interest in me. Of course he didn't. I wasn't the kind of girl he chained to his bed. Wasn't someone he'd even want to experiment that with. Not that I ever wanted him to.
The rest of the drive home was quiet—fortunately. Just as he approached my gate, my phone kept pinging with no
