Chapter 8
Warm. Almost comfortable. Something digging into her back though. Chantelle shifted, became aware she struggled against sleep. Why fight? She ignored the small discomfort and drifted back.
“Rest, love.” Bobby’s voice, lips curling. Where was she? The answer lost importance in the wake of Bobby’s seductive smile.
She breathed in. The damp smell reminded her of…
A dark night. Leather interior. The distant sound of traffic. They had parked on a quiet road. Why?
She remembered.
Her lips stretched wide. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, Chantelle let out a small moan.
“Show me.”
The sparkling silver dress had been so damn tight she’d tried on every piece of underwear she owned. Everything showed, so she went without.
“If I do as you ask, you’ll never make it through the ev
