THE DRIVE THERE WAS...long. Longer than an hour, at least it felt that way. It could have been the grumpy guy in the front seat, the nervous driver, or the s****l beast sitting next to me; ]it was hard to say.
All I knew was that Pearce kept his eyes locked on me and one hand firmly gripping my upper thigh the whole way. I wasn’t sure if this was some sort of possessive macho show or if he just wanted to be close—I doubted the latter—but I couldn’t make myself push him off. Modern woman or not, I liked the feel of his hand on me.
Too bad I’m wearing jeans, I thought and flushed. Jesus, when did I get so horny?
Probably after the last guy sent me through the dry spell to end all dry spells. That asshole.
When we finally arrived, I got out to see a quaint little cabin. Not exactly the so
