All night long, you’ve been shameless with your flirtations, and it’s driving Jill nearly insane. Perhaps that’s why she was so eager to leave her stuffy work event—having to mingle with BSAA bigwigs isn’t her idea of a good time, but it only became intolerable because she had you there. Standing so prettily on her arm, in that goddamn dress. And now you’re sitting next to her as she drives, your hand on her thigh? Jill pulls over to the side of the road. “You’re doing this on purpose.”