Arletta Jessica McDowell POV

My heart was still beating fast. Had I been dreaming at the door of the restaurant? No. It was not a dream, because Mr. Ainsley was clearly talking to me. I still remember everything: his tall body, his sexy voice, and his perfume. Why did the VIP guest even come over and offer to drive me home? What was he planning to do?

"Princess, we have arrived."

I was startled when I heard Mr. Moon's voice. I turned to the window on the right side. Ah, the driver was right. I became embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Moon."

The door was opened from outside, just as I...