He didn't get out of the car, nor did he go upstairs. Instead, he turned around and, with an intensely imposing posture, trapped Emily between the passenger seat and himself.
He propped one hand on the back of her seat, gently lifting her chin with the other, forcing her to look at him.
"Does watching the rise of Bitcoin come with a cost?" His eyes were profound, like a midnight spruce forest, concealing a turbulent mystery.
Emily's breath caught slightly; she could clearly sense the strong masculine aura emanating from him.
She didn't shy away; instead, she met his gaze, the playful smile on her lips growing deeper.
"Of course."
She licked her slightly dry lips, a small, inadvertent gesture full of temptation.
"There's no free lunch in the world, especially not in Alaska, right?"
"No free lunch?" His thumb gently caressed her smooth chin, feeling the delicate texture.
