“Did you expect me to stay silent while you grabbed my butt?” I ask her. She hits my chest. The driver’s eyes flick up to the rear view mirror, then back toward the road. “Quit saying stuff like that!” she hisses. “People are going to draw conclusions.” “Good,” I say with a smirk. “Not good,” she groans. “They’re going to think I’m incapable of keeping my hands off you.” I lean in close and lower my voice. “I don’t mind that reputation.”
