He smirks, and we make our way down the driveway. I don’t know if it’s the excitement of going out in London for the first time, my sexy dress, or the fact that a gorgeous older man is driving me out in a Porsche, but I feel excited, alive, and I can hardly wipe the stupid smile from my face.
We pull out onto the open road and drive for a while, until I look over at him. “Show me.”
He raises a brow. “Show you what?”
“What this baby can do.”
I see excitement dance in his eyes, and it isn’t long before he accepts my dare.
Without emotion, he changes gears and floors it. The engine roars like a tiger, and I am thrown back into my seat as the car takes off like a rocket.
I squeal with excitement, and he laughs at my reaction, and then moments later he slows the car back to what feels like a snail's pace now. We're back to the speed limit.
I smile broadly as I stare through the windscreen, my heart pumping hard as adrenaline courses through my veins.
His eyes flash to me.
“This car is a fucking turn on,” I whisper as I rub the dashboard. “I hope you do that on all your first dates with women. That, dear sir, is a legitimate deal closer.”
He throws his head back and laughs freely. “I don’t need a car to close my deals, Miss Brielle.”
I smile as butterflies dance in my stomach, my eyes lingering on his handsome face. I bet he doesn’t. A tiny part of me wonders what it would be like to go on a date with him—to get that deal sealed. He’s so controlled and powerful, but I just saw a tiny glimmer of his naughty side.
Fucking hot is an understatement.
We pull into town, and for some reason, I don’t really want to get out of the car now. I want to drive around at high speed in this pimp car with Mr. Masters.
The car roars into the parking spot, and he turns to me. “The restaurant is just across the road.”
I look up and see the packed, trendy restaurant, and I know Emerson is inside. She’s already text me three times since I left. “Thanks.” I smile.
His hand is resting on the steering wheel. "Have a great night. Be safe."
I stay seated in the car, and he looks over and raises an impatient eyebrow.
Oh shit! Get out, you idiot.
I climb out of the car and lean in through the window. “I’m glad the cab company couldn’t bring me. That was way more fun.”
He smiles sexily and revs the engine.
I laugh and shake my head. “See you in the morning.”
The car pulls out and roars up the street as I watch on.
Wow, that was unexpected. Who knew?
I walk into the crowded restaurant to see Emerson waving from her table at the back. I laugh and almost run to meet her. “Oh God, it’s so good to see you.” I smile into her hair, hugging her tight. It feels like so much has happened since I saw her last.
“Look at us being all hot and grown up in London.”
“I know.” I giggle as I fall into my seat opposite her. “Can you believe we are actually here?”
“Yes.” She smiles broadly as a waiter comes over with two margaritas and puts them in front of us.
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I hunch my shoulders together. “Are we are drinking cocktails?”