O'Hare International Airport was thriving by the time I got there at seven in the morning. There were a ton of people trying to get to their flights before they left them here in Chicago while others were rejoicing with people like they hadn't seen each other in the longest time. I had to dodge a young girl sprinting toward the bathroom with her mother following close behind, apologizing to me on the way to the bathroom, too. 

I stood close to one of the many windows that opened up to the parking lot of the airport. That way, I could see when Nathan Lucero appeared in the crowds that plagued this place, and I could also watch the limo that was loaned to me outside. I definitely didn't trust a single person here in Chicago, especially not with a limo that wasn't even mine. There was no way that I would let it get damaged or stolen because I didn't want to pay for any of those expenses. 

For some reason, Nathan still hadn't found me standing in front of the windows for over an hour. Maybe his plane had hit turbulence and crashed somewhere in Nebraska. Maybe they ran out of gas and had to land in a different airport in the middle of nowhere. My mind kept coming up with worse fates for a man I had never even met that I was so surprised when I saw him walking through the parted crowd.

Nathan Lucero was approaching me. Nathan Lucero wore a sly grin on his face while he dragged his suitcase behind him. He was much taller than I expected, towering above me. Those eyes that I noticed on all his pictures locked with mine; I almost fell down with the intensity of his gaze. There was something about him that unnerved me.

"My, my, my," he drawled out, stopping directly in front of me. I couldn't move anywhere because the glass windows were behind me while he was in front of me. His eyes slowly traveled down my body, getting a good look at what he had received. I could feel my face heat up. "Look what Margaret sent to me. You look much hotter than my last driver. Men don't do the job for me, you know what I'm saying?"

Somehow, I regained the ability to speak to him. "We need to leave now," I told him. I pushed him out of my way and began to lead him to the limo. "You're already late as it is, so we need to get on the road as soon as possible." When he didn't respond, I glanced behind me and saw that he was still standing in the same place as before, a contemplative look on his handsome face. "What are you doing? We have to go."

"Coming, sweetheart. You don't have to be so pushy."

I had to catch myself before I rolled my eyes at him. I didn't want to make him angry or anything at me because I couldn't stand him so far. Scarlet would be very disappointed that he wasn't someone to sweep her off her feet and take her on romantic trips around the world. As far as I could see, he was someone who didn't care about anything besides himself. Typical for people like him.

He didn't bother to wait for me as he brushed by me to get outside. Our arms touched when he walked by me, like he wanted that to happen. However, Nathan Lucero didn't have to worry about anything; I wouldn't fall for him like he expected me to do. 

I ran outside behind him, saying, "That limo is ours."

"I figured." He threw a glance at me like he knew all my secrets and deepest desires. Thankfully, I didn't trip or anything as I made it over to him and our limo. "It has the Hanna agency symbol on it."

"Right."

I opened the back door for him, and he slid into the limo with that grin wide on his face. He reached out and touched my waist as he said, "Thank you, sweetheart. I didn't expect to get the royal treatment today. My other driver never opened my door for me."

Taking a step backward to get out of his reach, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not your sweetheart, Mr. Lucero," I told him as respectfully as I could. "I am your driver for this week. That is it. And please, do not touch me like that again. You don't know me. I don't know you. That is not acceptable, understand?"

His eyes shone like the stars in the sky as he stared up at me from the seat in the limo. "Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod. "I understand, and I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

I was surprised with his answer. His apology seemed sincere, more sincere than I expected coming from someone like him. "Thank you," I said after a few seconds of awkward silence. 

"You're welcome."

I quickly got in the driver's seat of the car and started it up. I had to get him to his tailor appointment as fast as I could so we wouldn't be late on our first day together. The itinerary had a lot of things on it to do today, and I didn't want to miss out on anything in case Margaret Hanna wouldn't pay me at all for missing one thing. 

Pulling onto the highway, I easily switched lanes as Google Maps told me where to go. It was almost the early morning rush hour, but I had lived in Chicago my whole life. I knew how to handle any type of traffic.

"What's your name?"

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Nathan Lucero through the open divider window. He stared at me through the mirror. "Savannah Wilde," I told him. "My name is Savannah Wilde."

He took that as an opportunity to talk to me. I could usually ignore most of my clients when they treated me like their personal therapists, but for some reason, I couldn't tune his voice out. It kept breaking through the barriers I had in place to keep the voices away. 

I pressed the button for the divider to go up so I didn't have to hear him talk anymore, but I could still hear him talking to me. With a final push on it, he suddenly went quiet. Thank goodness. I wasn't sure how much longer I could continue listening to him talk on and on about the girls he had in California and all the kinds of parties he went to. I didn't want to hear about it any longer.

"Choking," a strangled voice came from behind me. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see the divider pressing into his neck with the rest of his head in the cabin with me. With a gasp, I rolled the divider down as quickly as I could. He let out a breath of relief, rubbing his fingers into his neck. "You were choking me, Savannah Wilde. Why were you trying to kill me?"

"I didn't mean to do that," I told him quickly. My heart couldn't stop thudding against my chest at the thought of what would have happened if he didn't talk to me. "I hadn't realized you put your head through the little window, Mr. Lucero. Why would you do that?"

"To talk to you."

"I didn't want to talk any longer."

"I could tell when you started to kill me."

I didn't bother telling him that was not what I wanted to do when I tried to roll up the divider earlier. He probably wouldn't listen to me, anyway. He kept going on and on about how I tried to kill him with the window divider, annoying me even more. I couldn't wait to get him to the tailor's place for a suit fitting so I could finally have some peace and quiet from him.

Unfortunately, when we got to the tailor's, he begged me to go with him to make sure he made it to the correct place. His reason was because he didn't want Margaret Hanna to get mad at either of us. I didn't really know why I listened to him, but I followed him inside and up an elevator to a small booth on one of the top floors. There were a lot of different booths on this floor, so I assumed it held all different types of businesses in the same building. 

"Mr. Lucero!" the tailor said brightly once we made it into the room with him. He was a short man who had more personality to him than height. "It's so good to see you again."

Nathan smiled at the man and patted him on the shoulder. "Yes, it's been way too long, Ronald," he said warmly. Where was this side of him when I first met him? He was very nice to this Ronald and treated him with as much warmth as a fire on a cold winter day. "I'm glad I can see a familiar face for once."

The two of them chatted together for a few minutes about what was happening in their lives since they last saw each other before Ronald pushed Nathan into the small dressing room in the corner to get in his suit. While Nathan did that, Ronald turned to face me with a curious look on his face.

"Who are you?" he asked me.

"I'm Savannah Wilde, his driver," I told him with a nod. 

Ronald clucked his tongue at me while raising one eyebrow. I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't bother thinking about it more. This trip already was on the stranger side of things for me. I didn't want to focus on it any longer than I had to. Instead of doing that, I sat down in the only chair in the room. It was flimsy and uncomfortable, but it would do for the time being.

"How do I look?" Nathan asked once he stepped out of the dressing room. A nice-fitting suit clung to his sculpted body. It was a deep blue that seemed to bring out the green of his eyes. He lifted his arms up slightly, looking at me. I desperately didn't want to answer his question and tell him that he looked like a god, so I remained silent. "Do I look good or what?"

"Or what?" I told him lamely. I cleared my throat and shook my head at him. "I'm supposed to be judgment free, Mr. Lucero. And I'm also supposed to be your driver. That's it. I shouldn't even be in here with you."

"Do you know how to have fun, Savannah Wilde?"

While he stood on a box that would make him even taller to allow the tailor to cinch any parts of his suit that didn't fit just right, he stared at me with those eyes that could see through to the depths of my soul. I didn't really know how to answer his question because I didn't want to tell him anything personal about me for the sake of my job. But I got the feeling that he already knew me more than I knew myself just by watching me with those enchanting green eyes.

"Yes, I do know how to have fun," I answered him. His mouth twitched, but a smile didn't appear on his face. "I cannot, however, have fun while I'm working. I have to be professional, Mr. Lucero."

"Don't call me that," he said with a wince. The tailor whispered a quiet sorry to Nathan after poking him in the thigh with a needle. He quickly gathered his things, presumably completed with his job for today, and exited the small room where we were at. "I'm not my father, Savannah Wilde. He's the Mr. Lucero, not me. I'm just Nate."

I opened my mouth to answer him when another man stepped through the door, dragging a cart of hair products with him. I definitely didn't realize that the hairdresser was going to do his job here, too, while Nathan was wearing his suit that probably cost the same amount of money as my tuition for one year at school. 

Perched on this chair, I wanted to get out of this room. The air around me pressed heavily against my chest, like it couldn't enter my lungs at all. Was this going to be what it was like working with Nathan Lucero? Because if it was going to go like this, I wasn't sure how I was going to survive this week. I had spent a few hours with him and was already feeling something different than I had ever felt before with anyone. 

I'm not really sure why I didn't figure it out at that point. Maybe it was because I was too busy focusing on doing my job and getting paid nicely for my services. Maybe it was something else. All I know now is that fate had a lot of plans for me, and there was nothing I could do to stop what was already happening.