"Please, Mrs. Quinn," Remo uttered, holding open the car door, causing Abby's cheeks to flush as the title registered
Climbing inside, the rich scent of leather and cologne overwhelmed her senses. Her gaze followed his movements as he circled the car's front, donning sunglasses. A stirring sensation overcame her, prompting her to press her thighs together as she observed his figure.
The white shirt he was wearing, accentuated his strong physique, while the leather jacket exuded an air of rugged charm. Each movement he made was accentuated by the way the fabric clung and draped, igniting a sense of fascination that held her gaze fixed upon him.
She was curious about the enigma beneath.
He settled into the driver's seat, instructing her to fasten her seatbelt before setting the car in motion. Folding her hands in her lap, she complied, her gaze drifting out of the window, obeying his command.
