"Alright, let's see… the same limousine…" Kaija mumbled under her breath, blue eyes darting left and right across the crowded North Gate entrance.
Luxury vehicles lined the curb one after another, black paint gleaming beneath the afternoon sun, chauffeurs in identical dark suits standing beside them like statues.
Her brow furrowed deeper.
"Goodness, is it even the same limousine or the same guy that took me to the restaurant?" she scowled, narrowing her eyes in suspicion as she searched for anything remotely familiar.
Earlier, Charles had completely ruined her ability to pay attention to anything practical.
'Hard to memorize a chauffeur's face when a man is halfway under your skirt the entire drive.'
Heat crawled up her neck at the memory.
His hands.
His mouth.
The way he had looked utterly unashamed while tormenting her in the backseat like they were alone in the world.
Kaija rubbed her face aggressively.
'Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.'
