Blanche's POV
Even after we stepped outside the bar, Vincent's hand remained firmly around my waist. Lost in my own thoughts, I barely registered his touch.
Only when Vincent pulled open the car door did I snap back to the present. I stepped away from him. "Mr. Aarav, thank you for tonight."
Vincent sensed my distraction but didn't press. He moved closer, his eyes finding mine, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "You keep thanking me. Doesn't that feel a little cold between us?"
I retreated another step, my back hitting the car. My pulse quickened under his intense gaze. "What are you getting at?"
Vincent straightened, his expression deadly serious. "Sleep with me tonight." No hint of playfulness in his voice.
Heat flooded my cheeks. "I'll agree to anything except that," I said, the words tumbling out.
Vincent's eyes never left mine. "Then have dinner with me."
Knowing I was in his debt, I nodded. "Fine."
