The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 23

Melvin drove into a service area for a bathroom break after an hour's drive and then hopped into the passenger seat.

Jocelyn looked at him before sliding into the driver's seat.

Truth be told, she'd never really driven his car before; she hardly ever gets behind the wheel.

Makes you wonder why she even bothered getting a driver's license in the first place.

Sitting in the car, she studied the controls seriously, totally clueless about where to start.

Melvin glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly at her obvious uncertainty. "Can do it?"

"I gotta get my bearings first." Jocelyn gripped the steering wheel tightly, her right foot gingerly pressing on the gas pedal.

Cold as ice, Melvin said, "Handbrake."

"Oh." Jocelyn quickly lowered the handbrake and took a deep breath, "Here we go."

Melvin watched her, her face betraying a slight frown as if she was heading off to some noble sacrifice. He asked, "You sure you're up for this?"

"Totally." Jocelyn felt the car move, and she knew to signal, check the mirrors, and only then accelerate, straightening the wheel once the coast was clear.

The car drove along the highway, and it felt like they were floating.

Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her eyes fixed ahead, not daring to wander, "Keep the GPS on, will you? I won't have a clue where to exit later."

Melvin looked relaxed but stayed alert to the traffic. "I'll tell you when."

"Okay."

Jocelyn was tense all over, hands sweaty, all her focus honed like never before.

Approaching a big truck, she eased off the gas, checked the left lane, then switched lanes and sped up. Suddenly, Melvin reached over and nudged the wheel, "Straighten up."

Jocelyn thought she was driving straight as an arrow. What gives?

"Feeling jumpy?" She asked because she felt that his hand was cold when he reached over.

Melvin kept his eyes on the road, "I don’t wanna die."

"And yet you're cool with me driving?"

"Regretting it now."

Jocelyn knew he'd let her drive to take a breather, but now he was probably more on edge than ever.

She guessed Melvin was genuinely scared.

He had guts, entrusting his life to her like that.

She drove all the way to the next service area with bated breath, then willingly gave up the driver's seat.

Sure, Melvin was tired, but compared to staying alive, what's a bit of fatigue?

They finally pulled into the parking lot at half-past midnight. Melvin parked the car, turned off the engine, and that was the moment he truly relaxed.

Jocelyn, having dozed off in the car, was now pretty sober.

After getting home and heading for a shower, Melvin wanted to join, but she locked him out.

Coming out after the shower, Jocelyn saw Melvin on the phone in the living room.

A call this late? It's either super urgent or someone just doesn't have a clue.

"I'll be right there," Melvin said before getting ready to leave.

Jocelyn had a bad feeling. "You brought me home late at night just to leave again. What's that about?"

Melvin turned to look at her, her slender figure barely concealed by the gauzy tank top, looking every bit the tempting, ripe peach.

"You're the one who locked me out."

Jocelyn frowned slightly, walking over to him barefoot and stood right in front of him, her eyes alluring, "You really gonna go?"

No matter who was calling him, if she let him leave tonight, she'd have lost.

Melvin was being seduced by her intoxicating scent after driving five hours back and forth to pick her up. It wasn't just about not wanting her to stay out; he missed her. Missed her to the point of craving to unleash his desires on her.

No other woman sparked his interest. Only with her could he be like a wound-up machine, willing to drain himself for her.