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He couldn’t do anything dangerous with a witness…unless the driver was his accomplice.

Fuck.

The alarm bells punctuated by my mother’s warning rang in my head again. She used to say the devil didn’t need horns. Just a charming smile and a smooth voice.

I froze just as I bent to get in. “On second thought⁠—”

CHAPTER 4

SABRINA

Before I could finish, his warm hands were on my hips, pushing me inside the dim interior.

After sliding along the heated leather seat, I settled against the left passenger’s side door, double-checking that I could unlock it in case I needed to flee for my life.

The driver’s eyes searched mine in the rearview mirror.

I responded with a tight smile.

He quickly averted his gaze.

My hand trembled as I ran my fingertips over the car door handle, contemplating yanking it open and sprinting out. Through the rain-streaked window, I tracked the erratic traffic, a mixture of cars, mopeds, and motorcycles racing past.

Crap.

Already regretting saying yes to a ride, I turned to slide out, but he was slipping into the other seat, blocking my exit.

The moment the door closed, the car pulled away from the curb.

And the door locks engaged.

I swallowed while I stared at the small button on the handle, as if I could will it to switch back to unlocked with my mind.

It’s fine.

Everything’s fine.

Everything will be fine.

The museum was just a few blocks away.

“Thanks for giving me a—” I stopped short as he raised the privacy partition. I shifted backward until the edge of the door pressed against my lower back. “What are you doing?”

He brushed remnants of dirt and gravel from the wet spot on his knee. “Ensuring our privacy. You were saying?”

My stomach muscles tightened over a twinge of guilt, knowing I’d caused the wet stain, as I stared at how the expensive fabric of his pants hugged his muscular thigh.

His body dominated the spacious back seat. He lounged with that arrogant confidence only men seemed to pull off, with one arm draped casually over the seat back, legs spread wide.

Don’t look down.

Don’t— God help me.

There was the unmistakable outline of his…of his…

I licked my lips.

The gesture brought his attention to my mouth again.