Ethan cast a complex glance at the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, his enigmatic and frosty boss sat elegantly, legs crossed, dressed in a finely tailored suit. On his incredibly handsome face, a hint of aloofness shimmered.
Perched on his thigh was Diana, dressed in a gown.
Her high heels were abandoned by the side, her delicate hands encircling his neck. One of John's hands cradled her slender ankle in his palm, a touch of blush gracing her stunning face, adding a touch of allure.
"We've arrived."
Diana gently released her hands, turning towards John with a hint of guilt in her voice.
In the back seat just moments ago, they had almost lost control.
At the critical juncture, he had once again called off the ‘attack’.
John bent down, carefully sliding the shoes from the back sea
