Chapter 4
“Wilson,” Nia said. “Stop the car. I need to get out.”
She waited for acknowledgment from the driver. He continued on the same dark passage and said nothing. Nia’s eyebrows furrowed. She spun around to Jake.
“I told you just one drink. You got me to get in the car, we went to your bar, we had some fun. Now I want to go home,” she said, her voice rising with every pronounced syllable. “Why aren’t you taking me home?”
“Your body says otherwise,” he said quietly, eyes focused straight ahead. “You’re body doesn’t lie, Nia.”
Nia said nothing. True. The way she felt about this man was undeniable. He was kind, and giving. Yet, his firmness and strength left her warm and ardent. She wanted him and he knew.
They drove along a quiet, well-paved road lit by tall street lamps on either
