Merlina got into the car against every bone in her body. The moment the door shut, she was enveloped in the luxurious scent of leather, musk, and something unmistakably him. Clean, expensive, distracting.
Before she could reach for her seatbelt, Craig leaned in and strapped her in himself. His fingers brushed the side of her waist, light but lingering. His breath grazed her cheek, too close to her lips, and for a split second, the air inside the car tightened.
Her mind screamed at her to get out. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
Before she could change her mind, Craig zoomed off like he was a character in Fast and Furious. It felt like she was strapped into one of those rides you regret the moment they start, the kind with names like Devil's Ride or Hell's Loop.
"Where are we going?" Merlina asked, arms folded, trying to mask the nervous flutter in her chest.
