The tension in Alex's body had reached an unbearable level by the time he pulled up in front of Vanessa's apartment. The aphrodisiac coursing through his veins made every nerve in his body hyperaware, his pulse racing as though he'd just run a marathon.
He clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles white, forcing himself to focus.
"Won't you help me inside?" Vanessa's voice was coy, her lips curving into a smile that sent a fresh wave of discomfort through him.
He wanted to say no and snap at her but he needed to know how she intended to carry out her plan.
From the way he was feeling, he had already figured it out. Jake's call had been a distraction for Vanessa to spike his drink.
Perhaps they were hoping for him to fall into their trap of sleeping with Vanessa. Too bad he already figured it out. And even though the drugs effect was taking its toll on him, he wouldn't fall for it, not when it was Vanessa.
