The poor student got into the wrong car, unaware that it belonged to a billionaire

I opened my eyes with a start. Panic coursed through my body as I realized I wasn’t alone.

I could feel her presence. Her expensive perfume—probably more expensive than my rent in the Narvarte neighborhood.

Tailor-made suit. That calculated disorder that rich men master with ease.

And the face…

Defined jawline. Dark eyes analyzing me with curiosity. A smile that irritated me… and disarmed me at the same time