Chapter Six
CIRCE
He put the car into gear, and she instantly felt the tremble beneath her bum, like a restrained energy that just longed to be set free.
“Feel that?” he asked, looking at her.
“Yeah.”
“The Veyron is a mid-engine car, so you get the vibrations right up in your a*s. It’s actually quite an interesting sensation.”
Circe didn’t know whether to return his juvenile smirk or ignore it altogether. “You know you’re on the record, right?”
“Sure.” He pressed down on the accelerator, one hand casually on the wheel. She heard the engine then, its baritone growl accompanied by walls of seething bass. He met eyes with her, and the comfortable veneer they had just established was pierced by awkwardness. She didn’t know if there was a connection between them, if he was just teasing h
