Jaguar:

"I’m heading back home, but I think my car is acting up. It might need some repairs."

All I needed was a few more hours.

"Oh, okay then. Once you’re done, you’re coming straight to my place. I’ve planned a movie night for us, and please don’t say no, okay? I really want to get my mind off all the stressful things," she requested.

"Okay, I’ll be there tonight," I replied in relief.

"Good. Then prepare yourself, and bring popcorn too."

She cheered and I laughed at that.

As she hung up, I heard her laughing on the other end one last time.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the gas station near the train station.

That was where I found Verity standing and waiting for me.

I watched her standing there as I slowed the car down.

She looked like she had come straight from heaven.

Waiting for me in the cold, she had her arms wrapped around herself, rubbing her elbows for warmth. The movement only made her breasts stand out even more.

I quickly reached for the perfume bottle and sprayed some on myself before finally pulling up beside her.

She opened the car door and climbed inside.

I parked along the side of the road.

It had started raining, though it was only a light drizzle.

The moment she sat down, her sweet fragrance filled the car.

"I hope I didn’t ruin your night," I said.

As I shifted in my seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel, I let my gaze travel over her from head to toe.

"No, it’s okay. I was already planning on heading back home," she replied.

Once again, she skipped over the fact that she had been on a date.

So that was true.

She had not brought up the date because she wanted to make me jealous.

She probably did not even know I had overheard it.

She had genuinely wanted to explore her options.

"Yeah, I know," I replied.

She frowned at me.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

The way she tilted her head made my heart beat faster.

"In case you haven’t noticed, I was sitting right next to you," I finally explained.

I watched her eyes widen, and a hint of embarrassment crossed her face.

"It’s okay. It’s not like I caught you cheating on me," I commented, glancing down before taking a deep breath.

"You said there was something important you wanted to talk about," she asked, like she wanted to only talk about important stuff.

"Um, I would like the data and information about the project you were talking about."

She started talking, and once again, she proved that she had absolutely no idea when someone was flirting with her or interested in her.

I had literally just told her that I saw her on the date.

Couldn’t she put two and two together?

I was trying to steal her away from her date for a little while, and she still thought this was about work.

As she adjusted in her seat, she did not seem to realize that her deep cleavage revealed the faint outline of her areolas.

That was when I noticed her dress had shifted slightly to one side.

Thankfully, she was still well covered.

At least she had not flashed that idiot she had been on a date with.

The way he had been watching her so hungrily, he probably would have lost his mind.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away.

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head once again.

I took a deep breath and leaned closer.

I watched her slowly lean back, though not in a way that suggested she wanted to push me away.

She looked shy whenever I got close to her.

That was when I knew.

Even while she kept insisting that we should not be together and that she was trying to move on, a part of her still could not stop thinking about me.

Because whenever I moved closer, she never seemed able to push me away.

"You know, when you meet a stranger," I said, my face only inches from hers.

Her lips were so close to mine that they almost brushed together whenever I spoke.

"You’re supposed to be careful."

I heard her gulp.

"I don’t understand."

Her breath fanned across my lips.

And at that moment, I was glad I had interrupted her date tonight.

Her breath was minty fresh, and that asshole probably would have lost his mind over it.

"For example," I murmured as I slowly moved my hand toward her waist.

The moment my hand settled there, I felt her body twitch.

Yet she kept her gaze locked on mine, refusing to look away and break the moment.

Then I started to run my hand up. Her dress had a pattern, and I felt its rough texture against my palm before I reached her breast. Placing my hand fully on her boob, I watched her breath hitch and her eyes begin to close—not entirely, though—almost as if they were fixed on my lips.

"Because when you’re wearing such a risky dress," I whispered, slowly tracing my lips toward her ear.

Her hair brushed against my cheeks and lips as my mouth grazed her ear.

"Then you accidentally flash," I said.

While my hand remained on her breast, I moved my thumb to the corner before touching her areola and rubbing against it very slowly, moving from left to right, even pressing against her nipple.

"Oh, I didn’t know," was all she said.

She did not pull away. She did not try to cover herself. She knew I was going to do it.

I continued moving my thumb beneath the fabric, pressing gently, and noticed that her nipple was folding against it. It was half exposed, pressed against the corner of her dress.

Then I slowly toyed with it, shifting it in different directions, moving it around and hearing her breath accelerate.

"You know, these things can make a man go wild, and you don’t want anyone to go crazy on you, do you?" I asked as I pulled even closer, to the point that my lips completely pressed against her ear, making her suck in a deep breath.