Chapter 115

Ethan Roscente's mocking words fell on deaf ears.

Sophia Lowell completely missed the hidden meaning in his remark.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor. Without a word, Ethan grabbed her wrist and pulled her out.

"What are you doing?" Sophia struggled to break free.

Ignoring her protests, he shoved her into the passenger seat.

"Let me out!" She reached for the door handle.

A sharp click—the doors locked.

Ethan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Keep resisting, and we'll spend the night right here."

His gaze lingered on her. "Not that you'd mind, would you?"

"..."

Sophia's ears burned.

This man is utterly shameless.

One hand on the steering wheel, Ethan rolled up his sleeves, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms. Sophia couldn’t help remembering how those same hands had gripped her waist.

She quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the passing city lights.

Neon reflections danced across the window, outlining Ethan’s sharp profile.

That face was unfairly perfect.

No wonder she kept getting drawn in.

Her gaze, as if with a will of its own, traced the lines of his brows and lashes. When she reached his deep-set eyes, she froze—he was watching her through the window’s reflection.

Caught red-handed, humiliation flooded her.

"Done staring?" Ethan’s voice cut through the silence.

Sophia jerked her head away.

"I wasn’t looking at you!" she snapped.

A low chuckle. "I never said you were."

"..."

Played again. She glared at him.

Ethan’s eyes darkened. Suddenly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and closed the distance between them.

His lips captured hers without warning.

Sophia stiffened, caught off guard.

By the time she regained her senses, she was pinned against the seat, drowning in his kiss. Ethan was a master—alternating between tender coaxing and ruthless dominance.

Her body melted under his touch.

Fingers clenched and unclenched as reason warred with desire.

"Open up for me," he murmured huskily.

Then—

Grrrrr.

An embarrassingly loud stomach growl shattered the moment.

Sophia wished the seat would swallow her whole.

Ethan laughed, nuzzling her nose. "Hungry?"

Blushing, she nodded.

Reluctantly, he released her. A starving kitten had claws, after all.