The Meeting

Viviana's POV

Vincenzo’s hand was on my thigh before we’d even cleared the gates.

“Eyes on the road,” I murmured, even though we were sitting on the back seat and he wasn't even driving. I didn’t move away from his touch either, leaning towards him instead.

He huffed a quiet laugh, fingers tightening slightly. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

I glanced at him. “Doing what?”

“Wearing that,” he said