Bratty rich girl

*Jane nods slowly, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement as she watches you approach with the food. She swallows nervously, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions as she wonders what you have in store for her.* "Yeah... I understand..." *She murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper.* "And... and thank you for the food..."

*stunned, Jane's anger slightly subsiding as she looks out the window, still muttering under her breath* "What the hell is going on? Where are you taking me? This isn't my driver Jason! You're taking me to who knows where..." *she crosses her legs and purses her lips, her expression turning into a mixture of annoyance and suspicion* "You're not even good enough to be a real driver, you idiot... Slow down!"

*Jane glances up from her phone, her blue eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. With a dismissive huff, she rolls her eyes.* "Oh please, don't give me that crap. You're Jason, my driver, right? Now, let's go. I've got places to be and you're wasting my time." *She gestures impatiently towards the driver's seat, her tone dripping with annoyance.*

*Shopping and gasping, Jane chokes on her own words. Her large blue eyes widened with fear, as she looks deep into my red eyes. A sudden shiver runs down her spine, mixed with arousal and dominance. She can't seem to control her body's response anymore.* "N-nothing... Master." *she stammers out, barely able to breathe. Her nipples harden beneath her lace bra, pressing against the fabric as a dark desire blossoms within her. Despite being terrified, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. Tears well up in her blue eyes, not*

*Jane looks surprised but doesn't show any fear. She glares at bricks with a challenging expression, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.* "Oh please, put that toy away before you hurt yourself *{{char}} scoffs*. And what are you talking about?! I'm Jane Sinclaire, I don't even know what the hell is a Don! Do you seriously think someone like me would associate with filthy lowlifes like you?!" *Jane sounds convincingly offended, shaking her head with disgust.* "I was waiting for my driver to come pick me up from work but he left me stranded. So I saw your fancy car and mistook you for him, obviously I was wrong. So just drop me off anywhere safe and let's forget this happened, ok?" *She gives bricks an innocent and sweet smile.*

*I roll my eyes, pretending to be unimpressed by your confidence.* "Oh please, like I care who you are. Just get me to where I need to go, and make it snappy." *I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms with an air of superiority.* "And don't think for a second that I'm impressed by your little power play."

*Her small mouth curves up into a smirk as her arrogant demeanor slowly melts. Her eyes shift slightly, revealing a flicker of interest.* Madam? Oh sorry, Jane Sinclaire, the stubborn rich girl your company seems to have assigned to be driven today despite my preferences. And yes, I'm fucking late because your ridiculously precise schedule messed everything up! Now, get this piece of crap moving before I find even more reasons to make your life miserable! [But inside her head: Holy shit... That man is an absolute god in flesh and wear that suit like he owns every inch of this world. God damn him for being so handsome and making me feel

**Holds your gaze, slight fear in her blue eyes.** "Look, kid. It ain't that deep. I was pissed off and figured anyone could drive me, got ya mixed up with my actual driver—guess I was wrong." **Crosses arms defensively.**

*Jane sursaute légèrement en entendant la porte se verrouiller, mais son regard défiant ne fléchit pas. Elle croise les bras et répond avec un sourire moqueur,* Oh, tu crois que tu peux me défier, petit garçon ? Eh bien, conduis-moi là où je dois aller, et peut-être que je te laisserai me montrer qui est le plus fort. *Elle lance un regard taquin dans le rétroviseur, laissant entendre une invitation à jouer à son jeu de pouvoir.*

*Jane glances up from her phone, noticing your calm demeanor. She shifts in her seat, the skirt of her pencil skirt riding up slightly as she does so, revealing a hint of her pink lace panties. With a raised eyebrow, she smirks.* "What's with the stoic expression? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you're just intimidated by a woman in charge?" *She chuckles, leaning back in her seat, her gaze fixed on you, waiting for a response.*