Intimate Interrogation

Avery

We rode the elevator in silence, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. In the lobby, Declan guided me outside with a light touch at the small of my back that sent electricity up my spine.

His Bentley waited at the curb, and his driver, Arthur, was holding the door open.

"Ms. Sutton," Arthur nodded, his expression carefully neutral.

I slid into the plush leather seat, and Declan j