The tension inside the Rolls-Royce was thick enough to cut with a blade. Chloe’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the tube of ointment in her hand, the instructions on the label confirming her worst fears.
Xavier had noticed. Despite her best efforts to walk naturally, his predatory eyes had caught the slight, pained hitch in her step.
"Apply it," he commanded, his voice as cold and unyielding as the steel of the car’s frame.
"Now?" Chloe squeaked, her face flushing a deep, hot crimson.
Without a word, Xavier pressed a button on the console. The privacy curtains hummed as they glided shut, sealing the rear cabin into a dim, intimate cocoon. He leveled a heavy, impatient look at her. "What are you waiting for?"
"I... I can do it when we get home," she stammered, her fin
