The mechanic-turned-chauffeur pulled open the passenger door and stood back to allow her to get in. She peered dubiously up at the highly perched seat and wondered if there was a graceful way to climb in. As if sensing her dilemma, he simply grabbed her about the waist and hoisted her into the cab of the truck as if she weighed less than a feather. Sophia squeaked, and he chuckled.
Before she could say a word, the door slammed shut. A moment later, he clambered into the driver seat and placed the key in the ignition. He turned to her before starting the engine.
“So where to Miss…” He trailed off enquiringly.
“Sophia.” Actually it was Sophia-Anne, but she’d shortened her name a long time ago.
“Nice to meet you, Sophia. I’m Aidan.”
Sophia shivered at the way he said her name. Damn, her hormones were in overdrive and in the confines of the truck cab, his heated presence and subtle scent-soap and man-intoxicated her, making her mind shy from the question and instead go straight into a fantasy of him dragging her onto his lap and using his mouth for something other than talking.
“So, where do you want me to drop you?” he repeated.
She snapped out of her erotic thoughts, hornier than ever, and froze, unsure of an answer, knowing if she told him the truth-I need you to drive with me for about eight hours or so, depending on traffic-he’d just laugh and ditch her, probably at the nearest insane asylum. She did, however, have a trick up her sleeve. A witchy one.