Page 54 of Hayden's Stalker

“It’s easy when you know where it is. Hang on.”

My heart races as I get out of the car and move over to the driver’s side. I’m playing with fire right now, and I know it. I could very well have kept talking her through where to find it, but I want to be near her, closer even than I was in the seat beside her.

When I reach the other side of the car, I crouch next to her, at eye level with her for once. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me, and her spicy floral scent is overwhelming. There’s no way todescribe it other than that she smells delicious, though that’s not exactly how I want to eat Tatiana.

I know my thoughts are beyond inappropriate, so I force myself to focus on the task at hand. “Tell me when.”

I look away from her and down to her legs as I move the seat forward. When her feet can clearly touch the pedals, I expect her to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t.

I look back up at her as I stop the seat from moving. “Is that okay?”

“Oh.” She blinks at me and then places her feet on the pedals as her cheeks turn bright pink, and my cock jerks in my jeans. “Actually, could you move it back a tiny bit?”

I try not to smile as I move the seat back, but I’m amused that I managed to distract her.

“Better?” I ask, and Tatiana nods. “Okay, well, here’s the button to adjust the mirrors.” I indicate to where it is. “And to turn it on, you have to flip up this panel.”

I reach across her to flick up the orange panel in the center console, and I know immediately that this was a terrible idea. My stomach is pressed against her thigh, and I have to fight against an erection as I turn my face to hers.

“See?” I ask while staring into her beautiful blue eyes.

“See what?”

She’s so turned on. I can tell. Her breathing has quickened, and the air around us is full of sexual tension. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her. This is so bad but so incredibly good at the same time.

I force myself to focus on the topic at hand and say something appropriate to her instead of telling her all the things I want to do to her.

“The start button. It’s hidden under the panel, see?”

She blinks at me before she looks down at the button. “Oh, yeah, of course. Very cool.”

“I thought you might have trouble finding it,” I smile as casually as I can and pretend as though just being near her isn’t a struggle to be decent while I crouch next to her again.

“I probably would have.”

“I don’t think there’s anything else you need to know. The lights and wipers are all automatic. You’re okay with paddle shifters?” Tati nods again. “Cool,” I say as I stand up.

I close the door and take a few deep breaths as I walk back to my side.

Fuck.

Even if I don’t physically do anything with Tati, I’m going to have to end my relationship with Blake if this keeps happening. It’s not right for me to be absolutely lusting after her while I’m committed to someone else.

I’m wracked with self-loathing as I take my seat again, and we strap ourselves in.

I try not to look at Tati, but I can’t help but smile when she turns the car on and whispers, “Amazing.”

I enter the address for the tour bus company into the GPS as Tatiana backs the car out of my parking space. She drives toward the exit of the parking garage at a snail’s pace, and I point out with a laugh, “You can go a little faster.”

“Shh, don’t distract me,” she tells me, gripping the wheel so tightly her knuckles are white.

I grin but don’t say anything, giving in to the temptation to watch her as she drives us through downtown Chicago.

“Do you get people taking pictures of the car a lot?” she asks.

I look out the window and see someone taking a picture of the car. I’m so used to it now that I don’t notice it half the time.

“Yeah. The car. The me. Pictures are always being taken.” I shrug.

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