Upon reaching their destination, Ivy Aretha tried to push the door to jump out of the car but was pulled back by the seatbelt.
"Let go of me!" Without thinking, Ivy instinctively screamed at the top of her lungs.
Michael Gordon looked at her with a blackened expression. Was this woman overly sensitive or not sensitive enough to not even tell the difference between a hand and a seatbelt?
"Are you sure someone is holding you back?"
Michael turned his head to look at her, trying to suppress his laughter, "If you don't want to get out, just say it. There hasn't been a woman who wanted to leave once they got on my car, Michael Gordon. You're not the first. No shame!"
Huh?
Ivy looked back into a pair of teasing eyes. Once she realized what had just transpired, her face flushed with embarrassment.
