Ember
Carter texted that he was outside. I nearly tripped down the stairs trying to get down fast enough. Why was my heart pounding like this? I had on a casual V-neck blue T-shirt that clung to my body modestly. The blue matched my eyes exactly, which I knew was flattering. I let my hair fall around my shoulders with one side tucked behind my ear. My white pants and blue and white gem-studded sandals completed the look. My toes were freshly done in my usual white. I spritzed a touch of s*x on the Beach perfume — just a touch. I didn’t do it for him. I just enjoyed the sweet scent myself.
Carter was waiting by his car, and my eyes went wide as I walked toward him. Then again, why would I be surprised? He was one of the two most sought-after men in Miami. His car was a black Lamborghini.
