Chapter 85

Denise sat in the passenger seat, grinning like she just won the lottery. That whole near-kidnapping ordeal? Scary as hell, but now that she was safe, it honestly felt like she'd dodged a bullet. She thought back on it—if she hadn’t kept her cool and figured a way out, she might’ve ended up shipped off to some sketchy little country with a fake passport and ID, all courtesy of Arthur. And once she was there? No backup, no escape. Total nightmare fuel. Jason was driving, casually glancing at her before asking what she wanted to eat. But then his eyes slid down to her thighs, lingering a second too long. “What are you looking at?” Denise shot him a weirded-out look. “Why are you wearing a skirt that short today?” he asked, not even blinking. “It’s not that short—just above the knees,” she replied, pulling at the fabric and checking it herself. “But are you wearing shorts underneath?” Denise stared at him, speechless. “What? Answer me—are you?” Jason asked again, dead serious. “Nope.” She