a day as someone else

You shrug, and decide to get in. You sat down, only to realize that the blonde guy hadn't scooted to the other side of the car, but was still seating where he had when he called out to you.

Meaning...you were sitting on his lap. And his arms were uncomfortably around your waist, with one hand starting to crawl up your shirt.

Okay,this was a bad idea...but then again...this might be interesting.

"Nice figure," he whispers in your ear, and you notice a window go up, seperating you and him from the chauffer.