Chapter 42

Maeve's POV

He ignored my complaint, and drove slowly beside me, catcalling and pretending to woo me in with a theatrical gesture.

“Hey, gorgeous! Need a ride? My car’s got AC, tunes, and a driver who knows how to treat a lady right. Hop in—I’ll buy you designers, show you the world…”

He made a show of smoothing his hair back.

His ridiculously expensive car and the dramatic, occasional single-blas