“Since I’ve verified that you’re okay, I’ll send Bernard back.” “No need.” Alistair takes my hand in his. My eyes bug. I try to squeeze my fingers out. He holds steady. “We’ll drop Miss Jones home first.” He’s insane. He’s arrogance personified and now he’s pointing all that explosive billionaire ego at me. It’s not like I’m against having Holland Alistair on the side. I want to kiss him again. I want to tear his clothes off. I want to hear him groan when we collide. I want that heat to consume me.
