Selena had been drinking; she was tipsy, teetering just on the edge of drunk.

Zavier led her to the parking garage, his movements brisk but controlled. With a single smooth motion, he opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get inside.

Selena resisted.

She wasn't so far gone as to lose all sense. Propping herself against the door, she tilted her head slightly upward. Her lips were parted, her voice low and rasping with a sensuality she ...