“Please, Kimberly, will you put a seatbelt on?”
Her eyes popped open, and she moved her head around to pierce him with her stare.
“Please, with such a precious passenger, I’d feel more comfortable.”
Kimberly shrugged. “Fine.” She pulled her seatbelt over and snapped it in the buckle. “Now, you take off your pants.”
The front window of Crystal’s house seemed close, lit up from inside—the only near light. Alex doubted they’d be able to see into the car, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Do not look around first. Your mistress gave you an order.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Alex unsnapped his jeans and maneuvered them down over his knees trying to disguise to anyone who might be able to see above window level what he was doing. He pushed them down to his ankles and returned his hands to the wheel.
“I said o
