Don’t Let Anyone Touch That Pretty Face

He glanced my way again, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting on the gear. His forearm flexed a little as he shifted lanes, the city lights flashing across the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve.

Hot.

My brain stuttered.

No. Nice. I meant nice. He was being nice.

Except he was also hot.

I buried my face in my hands for half a second, then peeked at him through my fingers.

Dominic flicked a switch on his side, and the passenger window rolled down.

"Figured you could use some fresh air," he said, shooting me a sideways glance. "You're looking a little… starstruck."

I snorted. "Starstruck? Dom, I've never even seen a Rolls Royce in real life, let alone sat inside one."

I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice casual.

He chuckled. "Well. Consider it a test drive."

"God." I muttered, sinking lower into the seat.