NICOLE
Roman’s pleased at the sight of me, and I can tell just how proud he is of himself by the smug look on his ridiculously handsome face.
“This is completely unacceptable behavior, Roman!” I say through clenched teeth.
“Let’s just get in the car before anyone you might know sees us, alright?” He opens the passenger’s door for me, and I get in his car. It’s a sports car of some kind—a Porsche, I think—and the windows are smoked. I watch as he slowly makes his way around the car before opening his own door and getting in.
His eyes are on me as he settles into his seat. I keep my eyes trained on his face with my arms crossed. The way he looks at me makes me melt—quite literally. I squeeze my thighs shut because of the sudden itchy stab I feel between my legs, and his gaze drops s
