His words still echoed in my head. My pulse refused to settle. I looked away, but that only made me more aware of the space between us.
“Just take me home, sir,” I almost whisper, forcing my voice steady.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned the wheel, taking a road I didn’t recognize.
I looked at him. “This isn’t the way to my place.”
“I’m not taking you home yet.” His voice was calm, but there was no room for negotiation. “You’re drunk. I’m not letting you pass out in some lobby or in front of the building.”
“I can handle myself—”
“You can barely walk straight in those heels,” he cut in. “So sit still.”
My nails dug into my clutch. “And where exactly are we going, sir? Another one of your fancy penthouses?”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “If I wanted you in my bed tonight, Miss Va
