Mia's POV:
That was not what I meant. “No, I mean…” I start to say sounding flustered.
Jackson laughed, amused by my response. “I know what you mean, Mia. I was just pulling your legs.” He said, he c****d his head just a tiny bit to the left and gave me a charming smile. If I wasn't already his mate, I would have fallen for him.
We had the rest of our chocolate and we got back into the elevator. It was already a few minutes past ten.
“The driver's gone,” I said when we walked out.
“Yeah, I sent him home for the day,” Jackson replied, twirling keys in his hand.
“Oh,” I said.
“That's because I'll be taking you home myself.” That's when I saw the motorcycle. I immediately grew cold feet.
“Oh, no, no, no, I'm not entering that,” I said. I'm not a rude or prim and proper lady that doesn
