The limo was plush and beautiful, just like my company. Zayn hasn't said a word to me since he put me in the limo, and I was terrified of him and of how attracted to him I was. Finally, Zayn opened his mouth.
"Management said that we needed to have a teenage girl with us at all times. You'll act as a focus group for all of our actions, to see what the girls would best respond to. So tell us if there's anything you don't like"
"I don't like that you kidnapped me!" I interjected.
"First off, no one kidnapped you. We have your fathers consent, and we paid a fair price. Secondly, I don't like this anymore than you do." A frown pulled at his perfect, smexy lips. I hit myself for thinking of him like this- after all, I don't want to be here! He bought me!
"So wait," I asked, confused. "Management? And why do you need a focus group for all your actions?"
"You don't know who I am?" Zayn questioned, looking shocked. "Thank god. I was so scared you'd be a rabid fan. I'm a member of One Direction."
What is this One Direction thing? I voiced my thoughts. I'd been pretty behind on this whole pop culture thing, my controlling dad would only let me listen to what he likes.
"You don't know?" Zayn looked incredulous. "We're a band. We're the biggest band in the world. We need to know what teenage girls like, so we can stay at the top."
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not like other girls."
Zayn looked at me with lust in his dreamy chocolate eyes, and said quietly, "I can tell."
I swallowed hard, unused to the intensity in his gaze. This was going to be difficult.
"We're here," said the limo driver.
