Once she got in the car, she ended up falling right into his arms.
The bare skin that wasn't covered, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, pressed against his chest.
She was wearing a top-tier custom cocktail dress; it didn't exactly show off a ton of skin, but her arms and collarbones were all exposed to the air.
At this distance, she could clearly feel his heartbeat thumping, thumping, like it was about to leap out of his chest.
"Taking you somewhere."
His hand naturally slid around to the small of her back.
"Where are we going?" Her skin flushed red, and she quickly wriggled out of his embrace, refusing to keep sitting on his lap.
He was a hot-blooded man, after all—how was she supposed to handle that?!!
But even when she scooted over by the window, doing her best to put as much distance between them as possible, she still couldn't escape his clutches.
