Prisana kept her elbow folded against the window as she peered out through the window. Dane fumbled with the radio, tuning into good old heavy metal rock music. Her body flinched as the loud screeching electric guitar blasted through the car.
This earned a dirty look. Not the kind of sexy 'I want you in my bed' look that he was used to. She reached out her hand to change the station to country music. He despised country music. The beats and melody were always ridiculously slow and spewed romantic nonsense that did not fit his current agitating mood.
Dane was supposed to rid of her and long gone. Long gone back into the desolate cabin. Not acting like a fake fiance. Not driving her to stay with him to Bailey's cottage. Not anticipating her small petite body writhing in pleasure underneath his. He changed the station back to heavy metal. She changed it back to country.
All he could do was groan.
"You have terrible tastes."
