The space inside the car was already cramped, and as the tall, lean body of the man suddenly pressed down, Cecilia Vaughn found it a bit difficult to breathe.
"Adrian, what are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
A low, soft laugh spilled from the man's throat, and that captivating timbre, tinged with a slight huskiness, made it inexplicably sensual.
This was in a private underground garage!
Besides her and Adrian Law, only Wyatt Law had the authority to open the gate, and Wyatt, at this late hour, naturally wouldn't be here.
Could it be that Adrian Law really wanted to... here...
No, it can't be...
Cecilia's heart skipped a beat.
Realizing what the smoldering fire in Adrian's eyes represented, Cecilia suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. She abruptly reached out, trying to put a slight distance between herself and the man.
"Adrian, let's go home... I'm a bit cold..."
