We both glance down.
Fuck, she’s little.
I remove it.“Address.Where do you live?”
“Oh,” she nods, swallowing simultaneously and then shares it with Terrance.
Fuck me.I should’ve put her in the car and waited for him to circle back.
This was definitely not my smartest move.
CHAPTER EIGHT
COURTNEY
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Ishouldn’t feel thiscomfortable sitting next to Zander Sterling as we drive through the streets of the city.Especially not after he’s been so rude.
He’s treating me like I’m the bad guy here.
It’s not a murder trial.
So I got the terminology wrong, shoot me.(Pun intended.)
Up in his office, I couldn’t wait to get away from the irritating man.Yet the moment he put his hand on my lower back and guided me downstairs something shifted inside me.I felt his strength, my eyes closing as I soaked it in.
Unwillingly.
I’ve never felt what I did in those few minutes; his large protective body, the sense of his strength, the desire to feel much, much more.
The truth is, he probably thought I was going to steal something.At least that’s how I felt after our conversations.
I can’t deny, since we left his office and as I sit beside him, this sensation of being wrapped in a fairytale sense of security.It’s very addictive.
Adam never made me feel like this.
