Page 23 of My Captive's Heart
“I live there and won’t be going out of my way.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach at the thought of us living in the same town. Does this mean we’ll keep running into each other? Jeez. Now I’m the one looking pleased.
It’s silly. I don’t date older men. For all I know, he’s married and has kids, even though I don’t see a wedding band on his finger.
Nevertheless, there’s no way this sexy man is single.
“What about my car?” I ask, shaking off the other thoughts. “I can’t just leave it here.”
“Don’t worry about it. The highway isn’t busy. It’ll be safe until somebody comes to pick it up. I give you my word.”
I contemplate my options. Going home or staying here in this heat? Yeah, I don’t think so. “Okay. I’ll come with you.”
“Would you like to call somebody?” he softly says. “You can let them know my plate number so you feel safe.”
“Thank you.” Our hands brush as he passes me his phone. An electric jolt laces my body. Ignoring the visceral reaction, I dial my mom’s number while he gives me privacy. Though I feel his eyes watching me.
“Hey, Mom,” I say once she picks up.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies gleefully. “Are you packed? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“About that…” I share everything and let her know I’ll be at our new home soon. Afterward, I join Alexander. “I’ll just grab my luggage. That okay?”
“Of course,” he drawls. “I’ll help.”
“Oh, no need. I can…”
“Here. Sit in the car,” he orders sternly, passing me the keys. “Are the bags in the trunk?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, caught in his spell.
As he strolls to my car, I walk to his and sit in the passenger seat. I’m attacked by his spicy cologne from every corner of the interior of the car, dizzying me. I watch him grab my two suitcases and lock up my car. The breeze blows his hair onto his forehead as he returns.
My thighs squeeze together when our eyes lock briefly.
I resist the urge to fidget when he gets behind the wheel a few seconds later. We’re locked inside, making my breath go shallow. His biceps bulge when he ties the seat belt and turns on the ignition. The silence is thick with tension as he pulls onto the road.
Or maybe I’m imagining it.
“Are you thirsty? There’s a water bottle in the back.”
“Thanks.” I lean over to grab it from the middle console. The movement squishes my breasts together. Yet I don’t have the urge to hide my cleavage. As I straighten, I catch him tearing his gaze away. His jaw is locked tight as he stares forward.
It’s like he’s balancing the fine line between being respectful and lusting.
Taking mercy on us both, I uncap the bottle and raise it to my lips. Out of nowhere, a speed bump comes, shaking my grip. The water pours down my front, drenching my top.
Mywhitetop.
In seconds, it becomes transparent. Since I’m wearing a matching white bra, the outline of my breasts become visible. The air conditioning hardens my nipples. As if they weren’t the instant he looked at me.
Gosh! He’s going to think I’m a clumsy idiot.
I attempt to cover myself up and apologize when a sharp inhale snaps my attention toward him. He looks lethal.
“I-I’m so s-sorry,” I mumble, bringing my hair forward. It cuts through his lustful haze. “Could you… umm… please pull over? I need to… to…”
“Yeah, sure,” he utters hoarsely, sparing me the mortification.
