When the limousine arrived at Afton's apartment building, Ryan nuzzled her ear. "Can I come in?" he asked in a whisper heavily laden with sensuality. He kept his arm around her shoulders during the ride home, some of the white roses in the bouquet crushed between them as he nestled close to her in the backseat.
"Yes," Afton acquiesced. "But I have an early appointment tomorrow." She really had no appointment, but she didn't want Ryan to think he could spend the night.
"Just for a cup of coffee," he suggested with anticipation.
"I think I can manage that." She glanced at their driver, a quiet African-American gentleman. All she had really seen of him was the back of his head, actually the navy blue chauffeur's cap he wore. "What about your driver? He's been very patience with us
