Lucy pov
The car slows to a stop in front of a place that looks like a bunch of storage warehouses.
Two sides of the red and yellow warehouses extend to the end of the pavement where the company building stands, and in the middle of them a wide walk way, made for cars or truck.
I turn in my seat and look at Bryan, who hovers over my shoulder for some reason, almost making me accidentally put my cheek on his lips.
I put my hand on his chest and push him back.
"Don't get so close." I snarl at him, and move to remove my hand from his chest but he grabs on and holds it there.
"Lucy... I've been so nice to you this whole trip here, and you're still treating me like this, and I don't think you understand, you're mine." He states, slowly crawling over to me, with my hand still on his chest,
