"Good girl. Now that's what I call obedient." Terrence Grant reluctantly pulled away from her delicate skin. If he could, he would have taken her right then and there.
Seraphina Sterling shot up and scrambled to put her clothes back on. 'I could tear Terrence Grant limb from limb!' she fumed. 'Damn him, forcing my hand like that! I'm so furious!' The only problem was that all the buttons on her shirt had met a heroic end in the struggle, leaving little difference between wearing it and not. Seething, Seraphina Sterling snatched the jacket Terrence Grant had just taken off and put it on instead.
"You're buying me a new shirt!"
"As you wish, Mrs. Grant." Terrence Grant's voice was still thick with barely suppressed desire, and his playful tone gave away his excellent mood. He started the car again.
"This isn't the way back to school!" Seraphina Sterling eyed the man beside her warily, afraid he was plotting something else.
