Chapter 8

We rounded the corner, and he guided into his waiting car.

I didn't falter.

Didn't utter a peep even when I climbed into the vehicle, and neatly tucked my knees together.

I held my breath as I waited for him to get in beside me in the backseat.

The minute he stepped in and clicked his seatbelt, the driver set off.

The car got onto the road and the privacy screen went up.

I looked to the side to find him rapping his knuckles against his knee, and it did not surprise me when I found his gaze on me.

"Did you come to the club with anyone?" He asked, and it seemed I had forgotten how good he sounded because his stunned me.

It was low and raspy, and husky, and it made me think about sex.

Not just mediocre sex, but the best sex.

Toe-curling, nails-breaking-in-the-sheets sex.

Sex so fucking good you wouldn't walk the next day.

Sex so hot, my current temperature was going to pale in comparison, and that was saying something because my temperature was hot as hell.

Sex that I, unfortun