Mia hesitated, and just as Ryan reached her side, she panicked and hung up the call.
Her eyes flickered with unease.
The two of them walked briskly toward the parked Maybach.
As soon as they got into the car, Ryan’s anger erupted. “Seriously, Mia? Of all people to offend, you chose him? Do you even know who Mr. West is? You’re so reckless!”
Reckless…
Mia’s mind wandered to that sharp, unforgettable face. Those deep, fox-like eyes, so dark and enchanting, they rivaled the night sky.
She could almost hear his soft voice again, brushing her hair aside and saying, “Relax, babe. I’ll be gentle.”
If she’d known from the start who he really was—that he belonged to the West family—she would’ve never dared to approach him, not in a million years.
But it was too late now.
The car rolled out
