Elena’s Point Of View

The door clicked shut behind me, the sound final, irrevocable, like the slamming of a cell door after a lifetime sentence. The stranger opened the car door for me, his movements smooth, effortless, like he’d done this a thousand times before. 

The leather seats creaked as I slid inside, the scent of new car and something masculine… spice, leather, power, filling my nose. It wasn’t Graham’s car. It wasn’t his scent. It wasn’t him. And God, did that feel ...