Just then, the car finally rolled into the villa's garage. Thomas, ever the perfect assistant, was already out and opening the rear door on Lucian's side.
He didn't spare a glance for Brianna.
However, Brianna didn't seem to mind, as she knew how to use her hand. Pushing her own door open, she stood on the spot, completely unaware Lucian was going to use her door, not the one Thomas held open like a chauffeur.
In the narrow gap between the car and the concrete pillar they collided — not hard, but enough for her to feel the solid heat of him pressing against the curve of her ass.
Brianna sucked in a sharp breath.
Turning, she shoved him hard against his chest. "Hey, watch it."
The force sent her small frame stumbling back, on the contrary, Lucian hadn't moved an inch. Steadying herself before Lucian could reach for her, Brianna smoothed her dress with quick, irritated strokes, as if she could wipe the feel of him off her skin.
"You just had to follow my door, didn't you?"
