Chapter 17
Denver’s POVI sat in the passenger seat, my heart hammering against my ribs as Horace’s sleek car merged into traffic. Part of me still wanted to fight this, to demand he pull over and let me out, but another part—the reckless, aching part—had already surrendered. “Fine,” I muttered, glancing at him sideways. “I’ll go with you. But my car is still in the parking garage at the office.”Horace didn’t even blink. He pulled out his phone, typed a quick message, and slipped it back into his pocket. “Done. One of my men will drive it home for you. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”The driver was a silent, professional shadow behind the wheel. Once we were moving, an oppressive silence filled the car. I shifted restlessly in my seat, hyper-aware of Horace’s powerful thigh just inches from mine. The heat radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his cologne—woody, expensive, and dangerously masculine—wrapped around me like a caress. Every breath I took reminded me of wha
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