"There's nothing to discuss," she asserts.
I grunt. "Yes, there is, and you know it."
She turns toward the window and shakes her head in small movements.
A few more miles.
We say nothing else for the remainder of the ride. I pull into my parking garage and into the car lift. I hit the remote, and it rises to my private garage. I turn off the engine. My stomach dances with nerves.
She mutters, "You moved."
I don't respond, get out of the car, and open her door.
She defiantly stares at me.
I reach for her, warning, "You can walk, or I'll carry you."
Red flushes her cheeks. She ignores my hand and exits the vehicle, brushing past me toward the door.
I take a deep breath, follow her, and press my hand on the security pad. The lock pops, and I open the door, motioning for her to go inside.
She hesitates then enters the penthouse.
I step behind her, and the lock automatically bolts.
She spins. "Am I your captive?"
That's an idea.
Don't ever let her leave.
I answer, "I don't take women's freedom away from them."
She scoffs. "Sure you don't."
"What does that mean?" I ask, stepping closer.
She backs up until she hits the console table against the back of the couch. Her arms flail, and she tries to grab the wood.
I grip her waist and steady her. "Care to tell me what you meant?"
Defiance lights up her features, but she also has a hint of red in her eyes. "Forget I said it."
My gut sends me mixed signals about whether to push her about it or not. I finally decide to table it for now, asking, "Do you want some water?"
She nervously laughs. "You aren't going to offer me a drink?"
I peer closer, replying, "Do you need another one?"
"Excuse me?"
"You probably drank an entire bottle of champagne," I point out.
She gapes at me then pushes my chest. She hurls, "Were you watching me all night?"
"Yes," I answer, holding her tighter to my body.
She inhales sharply. The flames in her eyes ignite brighter. She glances at my lips then swallows hard, fuming, "Are you the alcohol police?"