The car got quiet again, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet. It felt thicker. Charged. I could feel him thinking, feel the way the air between us had shifted. My nipples were tight against the thin tank top and I knew he could see them. I shifted again in the seat and let my thighs part just a little. The lace of my thong was damp now.

I bit my lip and looked out the window for a second, then back at him. “So… does she know you’re babysitting a billionaire’s daughter who likes to cause trouble?”

“She knows I’m working,” he said. His voice was still calm,...