The professional facade between Skylar Snow and her rideshare driver, Hadley Haze, cracked the moment Skylar slid into the back seat. A palpable, electric tension hung in the air during the entire ride to her place, a silent acknowledgment of mutual desire that they both politely ignored as they said their stiff goodbyes.
However, their encounter was far from over. Hadley soon returned with a forgotten bag, a pretext that felt as flimsy and transparent as the excuses they’d been telling themselves. When a flustered Skylar asked how she knew it was hers, Hadley didn’t flinch. Her answer was blunt and direct: her search for identification had taken a very telling turn. “Let’s just say my little investigation into who owned this bag went from a simple rideshare to strap-on discovery pretty quickly.”
A deep blush of humiliation crept up Skylar’s neck, but Hadley stopped her with a cool, confident smile. She assured her there was no need for embarrassment, confessing that the discovery was an intriguing surprise, not a judgment, and that she was a lesbian herself.
Any remaining pretense of professionalism evaporated. Their eyes locked, stripping away the last of their reservations. The spark they’d felt in the car erupted into an undeniable inferno, and they mutually decided to explore it, agreeing to share a hell of a lot more than just a car ride.