Chapter Thirty-Three

I gazed at its beauty as our vehicle purred into the garage.

“Kacie!”

Zayn called drawing my attention. He placed his cold palm on my slightly exposed thighs. “We've arrived.”

I shivered from how cold his touch were on my skin. If not for Zayn, I would have dressed in a corporate attire. Something more comfortable, but he insists I shouldn't dress that way.

For heavens sake, why would he make me wear a tank top over faded jeans with flip-flops? And to crown it all he didn't allow me put on an underwear.

“Kacie. Are you okay?” He pulled over close to me placing his hands on both my cheeks.

I wanted saying 'of course. Who wouldn't be fine coming to the office one chilled harmattan morning dressed like this?'

But I bit down the words, swallowed it and instead said “Sure, let's go.”

I pushed open the car door and stepped down. The unmerciful harmattan air bite at the areas my skin was exposed sending chilly waves down my spine. If only I came with my coat.

Zayn crossed over the car, and