Emily Rose's POV.
Oh, God! He was inscrutable! What drove him to do this? Was he making fun of me? He must have noticed my blushing face, similar to a ripe tomato, and my struggle to find words. Good heavens!
But he was also impeccable. Dressed in his tailored grey suit and black button-down shirt, he leaned casually against the white leather seat, his hair tousled, a captivating smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eyes. I yearned to caress his olive skin, run my fingers through his silky dark hair, and kiss those perfect lips.
What had I gotten myself into?
I couldn't resist him; no woman could. I should have stayed home, enjoying strawberry ice cream while watching some nonsensical TV show. Instead, here I was in this insane car with the most handsome man I'd ever met, heading to
