I swallowed and nodded without thinking, my legs already moving to follow him. We walked together down the quiet hallway, and I could feel the eyes of people on us, but no one dared to say anything. When we reached his private garage, I saw his car—sleek, black, expensive-looking. It almost gleamed under the dim lights.

He opened the passenger side door for me, his hand brushing lightly against my arm as I slipped inside. The leather seat was cool beneath me, but the moment the door closed, ...