Leah’s POVMy train of thoughts came to a sudden halt as I looked at Jett, surprised by both his appearance and question.After a beat, I got a grip on myself and nodded, “Yes, Mr Kingsley. Good afternoon.”Unlocking the car, he said, “Come in. Also, just call me Jett.”With my heart racing, I nodded before entering his car.Under Jett's intense gaze, I tried but failed to strap my seatbelt properly, and without a word, he leaned in and took it from my hold.With a huge gulp, I steered my gaze away from him to the rearview mirror, as he buckled my seatbelt, his tantalizing musky cologne wafting into my nose, sending me into a state of pathetic arousal.Oh, fuck.Maybe I should have just refused his offer and take a cab instead, because I wondered if I could really survive being in a car with him for almost one hour, without hauling myself at him like a desperate whore.“Thank you,” My voice came out in a croak, causing me to cringe inwardly, as Jett pulled back.“It's no big deal, Lea
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