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.