Chapter Eighteen

He was out of the limousine before it even rolled completely to a stop, the bulge between his thighs straining against the fabric of his pants; threatening to rip the restraining zipper open

Here he was, all 6ft 2 inches of cold, determined male being brought to his knees by a petite woman, barely up to his chest

The image of her in that form-fitting red dress that outlined every single one of her tempting curves in a body made for sin, and exposed a fair bit of cleavage was more torture than he had ever been faced with - and that was saying something. He had been through an unfair share of torture in his life.

He pulled open the door, stretching out an arm to help her out. She smiled graciously, placing her small, soft palms in his large ones.

He helped her out as slowly as he would allow, considering the floor length dress and killer heels she had on.

Just as she stepped out she placed a hand on his chest with a smile, muttering a "thank you" and started towards the door, not both