Page 7 of Driving Him Wild

deliberately dropped.

Was this atest? Would he dare?

Something heavy and profound unfurled inside me, threatening to unleash that forbidden yearning

I’d kept in chains. Again, he turned away, this time to check the reins attached to his sled.

Look at me when I’m talking to you.

I bit back the words, took a steadying breath. ‘I’ve spent a considerable amount of time and money

to make this shoot happen. Leaving empty-handed would make me very unhappy.’

He tensed for a moment, but he didn’t look up.

My heart beat faster. ‘Do you want me to be disappointed, Mr Scott?’

‘Jensen,’ he offered with a low but distinct rasp, still without looking at me. ‘Call me Jensen.’

A surge of blood roaring in my ears made me dizzy for a moment. Then a peculiar elation rushed

through my veins. One I desperately wanted to deny but found I wasn’t quite ready to. Not just yet.

Not until I was absolutely sure this man who effortlessly blended into this landscape as if born to it was what...whomy instincts were screaming him to be.

A submissive.

‘Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to send everyone but the most essential crew away. And

you’re going to stay and deliver the shoot you promised me.’

He stopped toying with the reins and turned around. When his gaze met mine, his face was carefully

neutral, making me doubt my instinct. ‘You don’t have the right equipment to travel over long

distances and different terrain. Your PM was very vague with my agent—now I know why. I came

here to find out more about what you need from me...from this project before I started. Even with

what you deem an essential crew, you’ll have to wait for more sleds to arrive from Utqiagvik. That’ll take the better part of half a day.’

I raised my eyebrows as, for whatever reason, my heart banged even harder against my ribs. ‘So

you’re suggesting no crew at all?’

‘At the most, I can make room for one more on the sled. Any more means more weight on the sleds

and more weight for huskies to pull.’

Just you and me...‘You want me to stay here on my own. With you?’

His eyes glinted before they blinked back into careful neutrality. ‘Have you been keeping an eye on the weather reports?’

Someone on my crew had. ‘Of course.’

He looked sceptical. ‘Then you’ll know that in less than three days’ time the sun will set for the

next couple of months. Today and tomorrow are your only chances to get the variety of photographs

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