The cramped Maybach interior was instantly overwhelmed by the sharp mix of Hebert's icy cedarwood scent and the faint burn of Scotch whiskey.
His body, solid and unyielding like carved marble, loomed over me with an undeniable force, pinning me against the plush leather seat. The chill of the leather seeped through the thin velvet fabric of my gown, pressing cold against my back, while the heat radiating off the man above me felt like it could set the air ablaze.
I was breathing hard, each gasp of air uneven as my chest rose and fell in tension. The sheer dominance in his presence sent a ripple of unease through me.
"You're drunk, Hebert," I managed, my voice tight as I shoved against his solid chest with both hands, trying desperately to put some space between us. "Please, just
