He’s never laid hands on me this way before, and the fact he’s not reacting or has even noticed makes me even more aware of the possibility that it’s innocent. I try not to shift in case I draw attention, but as we stop abruptly when the driver hits the brake hard, I’m catapulted forward. His hand tenses on me to keep me seated, but the combination of the slippy leather seat, and satin dress over my butt, means I slide forward, dress hitches up, and Arrick’s hand ends up firmly ...