Vladimir opened the driver's door as the chauffeur stepped aside and took the keys from him.
"Get in, Hazel," he said lazily. "I'll drive you to school myself."
Hazel's eyes widened in surprise.
Vladimir slipped into the driver's seat and roared the engine to life while Hazel stood frozen beside the car, completely speechless.
"Do you want me to force you in, Hazel?" he asked languidly, one brow lifting.
She snapped out of her thoughts and hurried into the car, shutting the door quickly behind her.
"What about the chauffeur?" Hazel asked softly.
Vladimir drove the car out of the vicinity before casting her a side glance.
"Are you so used to him now that you don't want me driving you to school?" he asked, feigning hurt.
"No!" Hazel interjected quickly. "It's just... It's surprising. You've never offered to take me yourself."
