Aiden's POV
The second we stepped off the jet, the wind picked up, lifting the hem of Alexia's dress just slightly.
She squeaked, grabbing at it, and I had to bite back a very satisfied smirk.
Yeah, I was definitely enjoying this.
A sleek black car was already waiting for us, the driver standing by the door. I placed a hand on Alexia's lower back, guiding her forward. She was stiff, probably hyper-aware of the fact that she had nothing under that dress.
My smirk deepened.
I opened the door for her, stepping back like a gentleman. "After you."
She shot me a glare, her suspicion obvious, but she slid in anyway.
Big mistake.
The moment I shut the door behind me, the privacy partition rolled up.
Alexia adjusted her dress, eyes out the window, probably thinking she was safe now.
She wasn't.
I let my arm drape over the back of the seat, leaning in just enough for my breath to tease her neck.
"You're being awfully quiet, sweetheart," I murmured.
