"Now, we could indulge in all kinds of foolish tests in public," he said, watching my face for expression, "but that would waste time. Follow me."

Stephen stood and led me with one arm around my waist, out into the darkness to his car. I settled into the seat and shivered as the door shut. Strange, how the smells and feel of someone else's car can unnerve you. The very feel of it reminds you this is not yours. You are not in your comfort zone. When Stephen slid behind the wheel, I turned to face him, watching for some sign of his plans, but he only smiled, then pushed the edge of my skirt up over my knees. I managed to keep my hands resting on my thighs without readjusting my skirt. It took more control than I'd like to admit. Stephen noticed the rueful smile and very carefully pushed the skirt up another inch.

I bit my lip and said nothing, staring at the toes of my shoes.