After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law

Chapter 263: Get In Girl

His large hands shot out, clamping around her wrists, pinning them firmly against the leather console.

"You don’t want to do that," Damien gritted out.

"That is not the issue," Damien ground out, leaning closer as his voice dropped into a low whisper. "If your hands are on me, touching me down there, I am going to get hard. And if I get hard, the blood rushing to bruised, inflamed tissue is going to hurt ten times worse."

A slight blush reddened her cheeks, rushing all the way down to her collarbones.

Damien’s golden eyes darkened, his gaze dropped to her parted lips.

Aria’s breath hitched. The tension in the car was so thick it was almost suffocating.

The blaring horn of a car directly behind the Maserati shattered the trance like glass.

She ripped her wrists out of his loosened grip and slammed her foot onto the accelerator.

Zoe was standing on the sidewalk, clutching a garment bag and her large tote. She looked exhausted, stressed out of her mind, and deeply confused. Her eyes darted around the street, clearly searching for Richard and the familiar SUV.

Zoe’s eyes zeroed in on Aria sitting behind the steering wheel. The confusion instantly flash-boiled into terror.

"Aria! What the fuck are you doing in the driver’s seat?!" Zoe shrieked. "Didn’t your license get revo—"

She shot a glance at Damien, who was already raising a highly suspicious eyebrow.

Zoe yanked the rear door open, threw the garment bag across the seat, and dove into the back of the Maserati headfirst. She slammed the door shut just as Aria floored the gas pedal again.

She looked at the front seats, restraining the overwhelming urge to scream at her best friend for being so late. But she wasn’t about to lose her mind in front of the man who actually paid her salary.

Damien, who was gripping the handle above his window with white knuckles as Aria cut off a city bus, didn’t turn around.

Zoe leaned forward slightly, that was when she noticed it.

Zoe quickly looked away, leaning back, telling herself that what they do in their sex life is none of her business. Glancing one more time at Damien staring straight ahead, she changed her mind, her curiosity could not be contained. She’ll ask Aria later.

But Manhattan traffic is the ultimate equalizer.

"Move! Move your stupid Prius!" Aria screamed, laying her hand flat on the Maserati’s horn.

Zoe pulled her phone out. The caller ID flashed brightly on the screen: EXECUTIVE PRODUCER - GOOD MORNING AMERICA.

She checked the time on her phone.

They were exactly five minutes away from the live broadcast. Five minutes.

"Tell them we’re pulling into the lot!" Aria panicked, white-knuckling the steering wheel as she tried to inch the car forward into a gap that simply didn’t exist. "Tell them I’m in hair and makeup!"

The phone kept ringing.

The stakes had never been higher. Zoe was too paralyzed by anxiety to swipe the accept button. Her finger hovered over the screen, trembling. Aria was losing her mind in the front seat, swearing at a pick-up that refused to move forward into the space.

Damien calmly turned around in the passenger seat. Zoe stared at his outstretched palm. She numbly placed the vibrating phone into his hand.