Elise Don told herself that sitting on Oliver Bloom's lap was truly a matter of necessity, really couldn't hail a cab, genuinely had no other intentions.
Really.
She stepped onto the pedal and lifted her foot to get inside. Oliver Bloom shifted his leg slightly, but the situation wasn't optimistic; the spacious rear was filled with legs, leaving no room to step.
Elise Don gritted her teeth, chose to ignore it, stretched her foot inside, and as she landed, it seemed she stepped on Oliver Bloom's shoe.
Oliver Bloom raised an eyebrow, seemingly aware of Elise Don's awkwardness, then extended his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling Elise Don into his embrace. She inevitably curled her legs over Oliver Bloom's knee.
Knee to knee, leg to leg.
The crisp scent of masculinity enveloped her, causing Elise Don's heart to race wildly.
The car door just closed, Liam Shane began driving smoothly down the road.
