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Driving a powerful car is still driving, and it’s a matter of getting used to it––like everything else in life.

So strangely, I begin to relax, and once I get used to it, I put more trust in my abilities, become more confident, and no longer rush.

I know what overconfidence can do to inexperienced people, and I am one of those people.

Maybe that’s the lesson here.

It’s strange to see him sprawled in my seat while my hands are locked on the wheel.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my lips parched, realizing that I have no direction.

“Wherever you want. We have about an hour to kill before we meet at the restaurant.”

“An hour?” I exclaim.

I glance at him.

“Why didn’t you say so?” I ask.

He looks out the window. Even so, I notice a faint smile on his lips. I find it interesting.

He came onto me so coldly and harshly this morning, and now he’s purposefully diminishing his power so I can breathe freely around him.

Kai always knows how to tango with me, in many ways, writing the story of my life.

“You were in a hurry to leave,” he says.

I appreciate that he refrains from being ironic about it.

“I was all dressed up.”

“I can see,” he murmurs, not looking at me.

I stare at him for too long.

“Look at the road, or we’ll end up in heaven.”

Now that was a dark joke.

I pay attention to the road.

The view is mesmerizing, with the large avenues, eye-catching buildings, and lights scattered along the shore.

A calm breeze unsettles the palm trees while a river of cars and people moves outside.

I am so captivated by the view that I get startled when he speaks again.

“Relax,” he says, touching my thigh, pointing to the tension in my muscles.

His fingers slide up to compel me to relax, and I’d probably do it if his hand wasn’t on my thigh.

All I can focus on is his warm touch against my skin.

Although there is nothing sexual in his touch––it doesn’t feel that way, anyway––he makes me feel warm.

My center is warm. And my insides are warm. And my chest is flooded with warmth.

Goosebumps dot my skin, and tingles run down my body before pooling between my legs. I get deliciously hot between my thighs, and that is a horrible sign.

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