The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, a frantic, electric hum that made every nerve ending tingle with a mix of predatory anticipation and raw anxiety. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Eva White. She didn't say a word, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a casual confidence that suggested she knew exactly what kind of fire she was playing with. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This girl—this wild, unpredictable heiress—was likely taking me back to her private sanctuary. In the world of high-stakes desire and the neon lights and wine of the city’s nightlife, the implications of such a move were as clear as crystal.
I kept my mouth shut, refusing to break the spell with a clumsy ques
