Andrew stares at Andrea’s lips and then licks his own. His eyes fill with lust, and Andrea feels her stomach churn. She presses her own lips together and turns her face away from him.
“You’re really trying to disgust me, huh?” she asks, as she looks out the window.
“Drive faster,” Andrew commands the driver.
Though the car is already going at eighty miles per hour, it shoots forward. The trees on the side of the road blur with the mist and speed. The road turns sharply in many places, and Andrea grits her teeth as the car goes careening around bends. She starts to feel sick and she can’t tell if it’s Andrew or the dangerous driving.
“Do you notice a difference?” Andrew asks casually. “I’ve had the route to the mansion changed. It’s even harder to find now.”
Andrea looks out the windo
