The city lights streaked past as Claude's sleek car glided smoothly through the evening streets. Mio sat beside him, her hands folded neatly on her lap, still flustered from the earlier elevator encounter. Claude drove with a calm confidence, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against hers — a touch so subtle she could feel it without looking.
"I still can't believe you kissed me in the office," Mio muttered, voice low but tinged with exasperation. "I mean… the desk, the… everything! You're unbelievable."
Claude smirked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Unbelievable? I prefer 'unforgettable.' You know, a man leaves his mark in more ways than one."
Mio's cheeks flamed crimson. "I'm not discussing marks in the car! Claude!"
He chuckled, letting the hand near hers linger just enough to make her shiver. "You know, the way you squirmed… it was adorable."
"Adorable? I am not adorable! I'm… I'm a professional woman! And you—"
