"Put me down!" Emma said.

"You choose to invite attention, lady--" he tried to ignore the low, throbbing ache that threatened to test his legendary self control. "--and now you have it". He strode to his car.

She weighed virtually nothing, he thought, as he all but thrust her into the car and delivered instructions to his driver in a clipped angry tone.

"Daniel... I'm not going anywhere with you" she said

"Be silent!" still seething, he shrugged out of his jacket for the second time that evening and dropped it on her lap.

"I don't --"

"Cover yourself" The ferocity of his tone shocked even him so he could...