CALISTA'S P.O.V
Manhattan felt like a breath of fresh air after being locked up for a long time.
The afternoon sun warmed my skin as we stepped out of the penthouse. A sleek, shiny black convertible waited for us by the curb. Riccardo stood by it, but Roman dismissed him.
He rounded the car and opened the passenger door for me. “I'll drive you today.”
I trailed my hand along the black hood, observing the polished car, and then Roman. I glanced at the car again and then back at Roman. My eyes ping-ponged between the two, trying to decide which one stole my breath more.
“You got a convertible for our tour?” I barely managed to mask the shock in my voice.
He smirked like I made a joke. “Got? No, I bought one.” The light in his eyes shone brighter at my surprised gasp. “Thought we’d enj
