My name is Mia, and I’m barely 5’1 with a tiny frame that makes everyone call me “cute.” People think I’m innocent. They have no idea.
For the past three months, my personal driver has been ruining that image in my head every single day.
His name is Ryan. Six-foot-three, broad shoulders, deep voice, and hands so big they make my thighs look even smaller. He’s 29, quiet, always professional… until I catch him looking at me in the rearview mirror when he thinks I’m not paying attention.
Tonight I was coming back from a late event. It was past 1 AM, the city streets almost empty. I was wearing a short black dress that barely covered my ass, no bra, and a tiny lace thong that was already soaked just from thinking about him.
I slid into the backseat, “Take me Home,”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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