After all, Willie was at the wheel.

She shot Isaac a warning look, reminding him they were in a car.

Isaac chuckled mysteriously.

Before Camila could figure out why, a divider sprang up between them and the driver.

Now, they had their own private space.

Isaac grew bolder.

In her dress, it was easy for him to explore.

The dress had a low neckline and thin straps with no room for a bra.

She couldn't wear a bra in this kind of dress.

She felt both embarrassed and annoyed but she kept quiet, wary of the driver hearing.

Isaac, knowing her caution, gave her a playful squeeze and whispered, "Messing with my reputation will cost you."

Camila clenched her jaw, defiantly retorting, "I'm not lying. You did tease me. I can't even talk about it? You're such a dictator."

Isaac shook his head. "Nah, it's all on you."

Camila denied, "Dictator? Me? Do you think I stand a chance against you?"

"If you want to hit me, go ahead. I won't fight back."

Isaac gently guided her hand to his cheek.

Camila knew better than to cross that line.

Even though Isaac was spoiling her rotten, she couldn't bring herself to smack his face.

A man's face was like his pride.

Some jokes were cool.