Page 65 of Chandelier Enthralled
She quickly unlocked the door.
I opened it and reached in, taking her arm with a firm but gentle grip, helping her out of the car.
The connection between us felt electric as I guided her forward, the world around us fading as we moved together to the other side of the car.
God, she was wearing a short pinstripe number with a silk blouse, and on her figure, it looked devastatingly seductive.
I opened the passenger door, the moment between us hanging in the air, before I nudged her in with a delicate gesture, my fingers brushing hers as she settled inside.
Back on the driver’s side—before I climbed in—I shrugged out of my jacket and threw it onto the backseat, then got behind the wheel.
This feeling…
Willa ignited a fire within my soul, leaving me disoriented and making it difficult to reclaim my composure. My mind was offering up all the ways I could pleasure her for this—but she first deserved a severe punishment for putting herself in harm’s way.
Seated in the plush comfort of the luxurious interior, I admired the sleek dashboard, which contrasted sharply with the petite woman almost dwarfed by the grandeur of the car.
I let out a sigh of frustration. Not only had she returned to Pulse360, right into Jewel’s hive, she was now here, outside an even more sinister location—where her colleagues couldn’t intervene.
On Saturday, the last time I was at Pendulum, I’d been dragged out by well-meaning friends. Atticus and Jake had saved me that day. Ironic it was me saving Willa now.
Her graceful presence caught my attention, and for a moment, it shifted my entire mood.
“Going somewhere interesting?” she asked.
“I’m more interested in what the hell you’re doing.” I fought the desire to reach out and rest my hand on her thigh, and then slide it up farther, all the way to the place where I could pleasure her into subservience.
Instead, I merely turned in my seat to face her. Her pouty mouth responded to me gatecrashing her evening.
My eyes lingered on her lips as I held out my palm. “Keys.”
I didn’t need them with her in the car with the fob, but I wasn’t going to take the chance she might throw them out the window when we were driving.
Willa didn’t move, just moved her gaze back to Pendulum, staring at that intimidating front door.
“Bad idea,” I said.
“You come here.”
I could tell she wasn’t just referring to my presence tonight. How did she know that? I frowned at her, wanting to ask, but then thought better of it. This wasn’t the time or place for an extended conversation.
“Get out,” she said, her voice husky.
I wanted to smile. It was the way she had spoken her order with volition. Like she held any authority over me. “It’s not your car.”
“At least I’ll give it back.”
That made me laugh out loud, and from here I could see the lifeguard hut on the beach that I’d spent the night in—all to protect her brother.
“That doesn’t bother you?” she asked. “That you borrowed his car and lost it.”
I raised a finger. “What you’re doing here is worse.”
“Why?”
I tracked a couple entering the club, observing them carefully and hoping they didn’t look this way.
“Willa!” I insisted. “Give me the keys.”
