“Damn.”
My cheeks heat up as I do a twirl for Cole, the light blue chiffon of my dress swirling around me.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say.
And it’s true. Cole looks hot. I take in his fitted blue suit, admiring how it accentuates his muscles and contrasts against his chocolaty brown eyes. He smells like peppermint and pine. I inhale the icy scent, and it sends tingles all over my body.
“After you.”
Cole extends an arm and I teeter towards the Lamborghini he has waiting for us. It’s black and so shiny that you could probably eat off of it.
As soon as I slide into the buttery leather seat, my ass sinking into the soft cushion, Cole produces a piece of black velvet.
“Turn around.”
I swivel and feel the velvet press against my eyes, followed by a sharp tug at the back of my ne
