Ethan's penetrating gaze made Lily squirm uncomfortably. Why does he always have to stare at me like that? she wondered. "Are we going back now?" Lily asked aloud, suddenly remembering the long drive Ethan had made to reach her. "I know how to drive. I could take over if you're tired."
As Lily reached for the driver's door, Ethan's hand clamped down on her arm. He pressed against her back, his face lowering to her ear. "Lily, are you aching for me?" he purred, his magnetic voice sending shivers down her spine.
Out of all the things he could say, he chooses that? Lily blushed, touching her ear. "I just don't want you falling asleep at the wheel. I happen to value my life," she retorted, trying to sound serious.
Ethan's smile froze. He pushed Lily against the car, his hand caressing her through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Lily, proper mistresses know how to sweet-talk their men," he huffed.
