The soft hum of the engine filled the backseat of the car, the city lights flickering through the windows as they drove toward the hotel. Keith sat with his tablet in hand, glancing at the screen with a focused expression, but his attention was always on Wynter. The way she shifted in her seat, the way her lips curled into that mischievous smile—it kept him on edge, even when he pretended to be absorbed in his work.
Wynter, on the other hand, couldn't help but glance over at him every so often, her eyes narrowing as she watched him. There was something about his intense focus that made her feel a surge of possessiveness, something primal.
"Hey," she said, breaking the silence. "You know, I'm really gonna have to start worrying about all the ladies ogling and coming onto you tonight."
Keith barely looked up from his tablet, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh? And why's that?"
"Well, you're too handsome right now. Especially in that suit."
