Dirty and Sinful Collection
He just kept his eyes on the road, his hands pretty steady on the wheel and his posture straight.
I watched him through the mirror. His jaw was tight, clean-shaven. The veins on his forearms rose with every turn, every shift. His knuckles flexed just slightly on the wheel.
I crossed my legs slowly, the slit of my dress parting higher up my thigh. I didn’t do it for balance.
He noticed.
His eyes flicked to the mirror, then quickly back to the road. But not before I saw the way the corner of his mouth tightened and his nostrils flared.