The click of the door of a luxurious dark-gray SUV—and I found myself in captivity under the soft leather of the seat. The boss slid a glance over my bare feet and confidently turned the key in the ignition.
“Your feet are beautiful,” he told me in a velvet voice. I flared up and pulled my skirt as low as possible.
A barely noticeable smile touched the hard line of his lips. Judging by the glint in his gray eyes, my confusion pleased him.