I Catfished a Billionaire Using My Bully’s Photo Chapter 06

I Catfished a Billionaire Using My Bully’s Photo Chapter 06

I stalled at my desk a little longer, hoping he’d come back out.

He didn’t.

Finally, I accepted my fate, grabbed the keys, and headed downstairs.

And there it was.

A Rolls-Royce.

The kind I’d only ever seen on TV.

I took a deep breath, circled the car once, then opened the door and slid inside.

Buckled my seatbelt.

Reached up to adjust the rearview mirror.

And through that mirror, I saw a man in the back seat.

Eyes closed.

Resting.

High nose bridge.

Sharp, handsome features.

Thin lips, slightly pressed together.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hint of collarbone and skin that was faintly flushed.

There was something lazy and sensual in the way he slept — like he’d

been drinking.

My brain made a sound like static.

Instinct took over.

I slapped my hand over the rearview mirror.

Hallucination.

Had to be a hallucination.

I tried to calm myself down, then — heart hammering — peeked through my fingers.

In the mirror, the man’s eyes were open.

Those pitch-black eyes were staring straight at me.

Unblinking.

Heavy.

Maybe it was my imagination, but the moment our eyes met, I could’ve sworn I saw him go rigid.

His hand, resting on his knee, twitched.

His breathing seemed to slow — deliberate, controlled.

I wanted to cry.

I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

It was way too late to jump out and run — they’d probably think I was trying to steal something.

I pulled myself together fast, deliberately pitching my voice lower.

“Mr. Shaw — hello. Secretary Channing has a stomach issue. He asked me to drive your car back. I didn’t know you were still inside.”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he looked away, gave a faint “Mm,” and closed his eyes again, brow furrowing slightly.

Even though I knew — rationally — there was no way he could recognize me, seeing him close his eyes still let me breathe a little easier.

But the relief barely had time to settle before a new problem smacked me in the face.

Wait.

What kind of ridiculous car was this?

Where the hell was the ignition?

I searched frantically, sweat beading on my forehead, ready to dismantle the entire driver’s seat if I had to.

Then a low voice sounded right beside my ear.

The man behind me had spoken again.

“You don’t know how to start it?”

I shot upright, nodded awkwardly, then shook my head just as fast.

My emotions were a tangled knot I couldn’t begin to name, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face him.

But the more I thought about it, the more absurd it felt.

Wasn’t it normal that I didn’t know how to start it?

Did he not understand why?

The pocket change he paid me wouldn’t even cover a tire on this thing.

It’d be weird if I did know how to drive it.

Whenever I get nervous, I pick at my fingers.

A twenty-year habit.

Right now, my brain was completely empty, and my fingers were already twisted together before I could stop them.

“Boss, I…”

I looked up.

His gaze was fixed on my hands.

A chill shot down my spine.

I started to pull them back — but he’d already looked away, staring out the window, his Adam’s apple bobbing once.

The car fell completely silent.

I carefully pulled out my phone and opened the browser, planning to search for instructions.

I’d barely typed half the question when a shadow fell over me, and the faint scent of citrus wrapped around me like a net.

“Press here.”

His voice was right by my ear, his breath warm against the shell of it.

Too close.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body through his shirt.

The ends of my hair nearly grazed his jaw.

I didn’t dare move.

I even forgot to breathe.

But Ethan just paused for a few seconds, then settled back into the rear seat like nothing had happened.

His face was calm.

He really had just been showing me how to start the car.

I forced myself to focus.

Started the engine mechanically.

Drove in complete silence.

When we finally reached the underground garage of his building, I practically launched myself out of the car.

“Boss, I’ll be going now. Goodbye.”

I didn’t wait for a response.

I just ran.

I didn’t notice the man behind me, eyes narrowed, watching my frantic

escape long after I’d disappeared from view.