The scent of Griffon’s cologne mingled with the scent of the sweet wine soaked into my dress and made me a bit dizzy.

As he approached me, I felt a bit at a loss and tried to move away from him, my hand flailing a bit for the door handle. But the car was too narrow, and I could only move a little before my back was pressed against the door, my hand unable to find the latch in my haze.

Griffon shifted his body so that he boxed me against the door, one hand pressed against the car window, the other hold me tightly around the upper arm.

His...