23
Robyn
The valet brings the SUV around, and Ridge holds the passenger door open for me. I get in without looking at him.
He shuts the door, walks around, and gets in behind the wheel.
Then we pull away from the venue. I keep my hands folded in my lap and my eyes facing forward.
This is going to be a long drive.
I wish I were home and in my apartment. I wish I were far away from him.
“You did well tonight,” Ridge says, after a minute or two of silence.
“Thanks.”
Stop talking.
Please, stop!
We had sex at a work function. Have I lost my mind? I think I have.
Anyone could have walked in on us. Someone could have seen. For all I know, someone did see, but I was too busy coming to notice.
I press my knees together and try to breathe normally.
I want the ground to swallow me whole. Heat creeps into my face. I turn toward the window so he can’t see.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Fine,” I say too quickly for it to be believable.
Leave it alone.
Please!
I don’t want to talk. I just want to go home and forget this ever happened.
We come up to a long stretch of dark road. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything more, but he does glance at me every so often. I know he wants to talk.
I let my head tip toward the window. I let my breathing slow. I’m going to pretend to sleep. I know it’s a little childish of me, but if it means I don’t have to say anything else to him, then I’m doing it.
We pull up at my building. He cuts the engine.
“Um…Robyn.”
I keep my eyes shut.
“I know you’re not really asleep.”
I open them. Of course he knows. He’s a dragon, and dragons can hear a heartbeat across a room. There was no fooling him.
I straighten in my seat, unclicking my seatbelt. “Thank you and good night.”
I reach for the door handle.
“I’m walking you up.”
