It didn’t help that Sam was humming the tune to Hot Stuff as he expertly met the twists and turns of the country road. The closer they got to town, and to her apartment, the more her excitement turned to dread. A wave of emotion, close to panic, shook her as she envisioned what was to come. Oh God, why had she done this? Gone out tonight, knowing that Sam would be there? Worn this outrageous “come and get it” outfit? Looking like the tease they all thought she was? And with Sam, of all people. And now he’d know. Know what she was really like. By the time he drove into the basement of the apartment complex and parked the car, Annika had managed to stifle her panic and make her decision. “Sam?” “Yes, Annika.” “I… I can’t do this. Please understand. I really cannot do this.” “Annika? Be quiet.” His soft order sent a wave of heat through her so strong it shocked her into silence. Before she could protest, he was at her door, helping her out. When they got to the landing outside her apartment, he held out his hand.
