Liam Yancey remained silent, his brows furrowed tightly. Worried that he might refuse, Tara Summer simply sat on his lap, encircling his neck, and repeatedly pled with him.
She was fully focused on her job, hoping only for his approval, her body continued to shift restlessly. She was oblivious to the effect her actions had on him.
Liam suddenly squinted his eyes and his face became cold - an unexpected desire stirred within him due to her unintentional movements. He abruptly gripped her waist, preventing her from moving any further.
His lips whispered into her ear, "Try to move again? Believe it or not, I will..."
Before he could finish, he tightened his grip on her shoulders. Startled, Tara glanced forward, noticing that the divider between the front and back seats was closed. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Liam Yancey, speak properly!..." She lightly hit his shoulder, not with much force but more like a compress.
