The blinding flash burned into Malcolm's dilated retinas, leaving an exposed ghost of light floating in the pitch-blackness of under them.
The shock hit him like a physical blow to the sternum. Malcolm abruptly broke up from the embrace, his heart leaping into his throat with a terrifying throb. With a frantic, breathless desperation, he ripped his hand out of Luca's unzipped trousers, simultaneously grabbing the intern's slender wrist and forcefully removing Luca's hand from his own throbbing lap. His fingers shook with an unbridled, primitive panic as he rapidly hauled his own zipper upward, his reflexes firing blindly to cover the evidence of his supreme degradation.
Malcolm spun around in the narrow seat, his face a wild, tight mask of fury and suffocating humiliation. He looked up into the dim shadow towering behind the rear partition.
