"Would you mind following me to the office," Richard asked, breaking the silence.
"This late?" Shantel asked, arching a brow. "I think I've had enough drama for the day. So I'd rather you take me home."
"Hmm…" His lips curved into a grin that was all mischief and suggestion. "That sounds so enticing. Yours or mine?" Richard asked with a teasing edge to his tone.
She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "You don't stop, do you?"
"Not when it comes to you. So?"
Shantel leaned slightly against the leather seat and nonchalantly folded her arms across her chest.
"My house," Shantel said, careful not to use the word 'home' again and at the same time, placing so much emphasis on 'my' that it got Richard laughing. She felt the deep rich sound ripple through her even after he had stopped laughing. It's maddening warmth wrapped around her like a beautiful shealth on a cold day.
