Siena's POV
I get out of the car, and as I slam the door shut, I wince at the loud noise and turn to look at him. I overdid it, I swear it wasn't on purpose, but apparently, to the old man who collects sports cars, that doesn't matter. I smile at him with false innocence, and he approaches, taking me by the waist.
"Is it that hard for you to close the door carefully, Siena?"
"I swear it was an accident..." I maintain my smile. "If I give you a kiss, will you forgive me?"
I try not to laugh because it's obvious how much it annoys him that I have zero delicacy with his beloved cars, but this time it wasn't intentional; it just happened.
"What car do you drive? If you even have one..."
I roll my eyes.
"I have a black Porsche, but usually, I have a chauffeur who drives me in the SUV my
