Eros’ POV
I rev the engine, aware that she’s watching me, but what did she expect? I’m not going to open the door for her like a gentleman, much less wait for her to get in so I can buckle her seatbelt and close the door.
That’s just not me.
She’s a grown woman, she has hands, she has legs; she can open the door and get in the car herself. Just like she has business to attend to and smiles for the baker, she can open a simple door.
I open my door and, before getting in, I fix my eyes on her while taking my sunglasses out of my jacket. Without breaking eye contact, I put them on, shamelessly eyeing her. Since my parents left, she immediately wiped the smile off her lips, as well as her innocent look. That look that suggests she wouldn’t hurt a fly, but in reality, she’s the kind who wou
