He carried me to the black phantom Rolls-Royce parked at the hotel's entrance. I felt myself sweating from anticipation or need. I could not determine. I felt hot, and I was feeling his presence even more so than before. I held my breath and tried to stay as still as I could in his arms as he opened the door and carefully disposed of me on the seat of the car. My dress exposed my thighs and the white stockings I had worn. It was unintentional, I swear, but he and I both saw the lace trimmings. We both inhaled sharply, and I scrammed to pull my dress down, but it was no use. I sneaked a look at him to see him pressing his fingers against his temple.
"Fuck." He cursed silently. I settled in my seat as he closed the door at my side and went to his side. We both sat in the back seat with a
