25 CAMRYNI’m playing hooky from work, which is totally out of character for me, and I’m practically giddy about it. I feel so rebellious and alive. As I hold Sterling’s hand, we practically skip down the New York City sidewalks until we reach a parking garage, where he pauses.
“My car’s parked here.” He tugs me in after him.
“Are we leaving the city?” I hadn’t anticipated driving anywhere, so I’m a little surprised.
“You’ll see.” Sterling hits a button on his key fob, and a sporty black sedan in front of us flashes its lights.
“A man with a plan. I like it.”
We slip inside the cream-colored leather interior that smells so deliciously of his cologne, I almost moan. Thankfully, I recover with a question. “Where are you taking me?”
“This is me letting you into a new piece of my life.” H
