Lana’s POV
A nervous flutter went through my stomach. “You don’t have to take me there,” I said quickly.
At that, he leaned in suddenly, his body crossing the center console. I jumped, pressing back against my seat. He didn’t touch me. He just reached for my seatbelt, pulling it across my body and clicking it into place with a definitive click.
His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, annoying, sensually teasing rumble that absurdly made my whole body go stiff.
“Why shouldn’t I?” he murmured, his storm-gray eyes holding a dark, promising glint. “I cleared my entire schedule for the day because of what I want to do to you there.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. “Huh? W…what do you want to do to me?” I almost stuttered.
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