"Where's your place?" Rafael asked as soon as they settled into the car.
"My… my place—ah, it's so hot, Sir," Bianca murmured, tugging at her blouse, her face flushed.
"Hot?" Rafael frowned, glancing at her. The AC was blasting the coldest it could.
He studied her carefully, and then his jaw tightened.
Oh, shit.
Flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes, and a body burning with heat made Rafael realize that his best friend's secretary had been given a stimulant.
Damn it.
Rafael's mind raced. Bianca's current state was dangerous, confusing, and completely out of his control.
"Bianca, what's your address?" he asked again.
"Sir, I'm so hot. I feel like I'm burning. I—" she stammered, her words faltering as she squirmed in the seat.
Bianca's worsening condition made Rafael slam the accelerator and get out of there as fast as he could.
