The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

He passes me the key and then a card. “This is for the car, and this is your new key to the apartment.”

I stare at them in my hand. “This is the car?” I whisper as the blood drains from my face.

He chuckles at my reaction.

Molly puts her hands over her mouth and begins to laugh nervously, reminding me that she’s here. “This is Molly, my friend,” I introduce her.

“Hello.” She smiles.

“Mr. Miles asked me to make a time with you to move your things out of your apartment.”

My eyes nearly pop from their sockets. “What?”

“Would Saturday morning suit you? I can arrange a packing service.”

My eyes flick to Molly as she stares wide eyed at me. Okay, what the actual fuck is going on here? “I’ll get back to you on that,” I reply.

He smiles kindly. “Okay.” He opens the car door. “So you know how to drive a manual, obviously.”

“Can you just hold on a minute.” I hold my finger up. “Just a minute.”

I turn my back on them and dial Jameson’s number.

“Hello,” his sexy voice purrs.

“What the hell kind of car is this?” I whisper.

“A Bugatti.”

“What’s that?” I whisper as I turn back and look at it.

“A Bugatti Veyron. It’s a limited edition.”

“I can’t drive this,” I whisper angrily.

“Why not?”

“Well.” I look around in a fluster. “I’m not a very good driver, Jameson. I’m going to crash this thing for sure.”

He laughs, and it’s deep and velvety and makes me smile.

“I assure you, Emily, anyone can drive this car. It practically drives itself. Relax. You’ll be fine.”

“When you said you had a car, I thought you meant you had a Toyota . . . like a normal person,” I stammer. “What if I crash it?”

“As long as you’re not injured, I don’t care.”

“Jameson,” I whisper.

“Babe, I’m in a staff meeting right now with twenty people sitting here. Get what you need, and I’ll meet you at home,” he says calmly.

“Oh my God,” I cry as I get an image of all his staff listening. “Goodbye.” I hang up in a rush.

I come back to Alan and Molly, and they both wait for me to say something. “It seems Jameson has gone completely crazy,” I whisper as I stare at the time machine.

Alan chuckles, and Molly stares at the car in disbelief.

“I thought it would be a Toyota.” I wince.