"Promises, promises," he said smoothly.
"This is kidnap," Chayara muttered.
"Oh my God," Guy gasped in mock horror. "I am a terrible person. Kidnapping you to go have some fun. How callous of me?"
His sarcasm was layered with just enough charm to make her lips twitch against her will. He walked toward the parked car, one arm still wrapped around her knees while she bounced awkwardly in his grasp.
He plopped her into the seat, buckled her in before she could wiggle away, and shut the door with a triumphant grin.
By the time he got into the driver's seat, Chayara had composed herself—sort of. She pulled the seatbelt tighter and adjusted her top, still slightly scandalized by how casually he manhandled her, and secretly a bit flattered by it too.
"There's no need to be so sarcastic," she mumbled.
Guy cast her a sideways glance as he started the car.
She narrowed her eyes. "How many friends are we meeting with?"
