AYLA
I leaned into the backseat of the car and looked out of the window. I didn't want to look at him.
Anywhere else but him was better.
I didn't want to stay this close to him. The faster we got on with the fucking contract, the better for me.
His nose wrinkled like something had soiled the air. His gaze dipped down my body and I could feel it even from behind.
"Whose shirt are you wearing?"
Did he just notice? Or was he fucking slow?
Maybe he wasn't ready to get into his beast mode, where talking was definitely a chore for him.
Which was it?
I turned to him, a frown perfectly set on my face. "The one that's none of your business."
Before I could return my attention to the window, the car swiveled around a bend and had my body on his.
I tried to move but he held me back.
Tension, animosity, rage, and desire mixed with the air in the car.
"Too late for that, Bambolina." His eyes lit with darkness. "You are my business."
