He shook the keys suggestively in her hands as though motioning that this was what she was getting, and he wasn’t listening to arguments.
‘Fine! But if I damage it, scratch it or break it, you just remember you pushed me into driving it.’ She mused, her hands trembling a little at being trusted with his prized possession.
He turned her slowly and placed a long kiss on her mouth, fingers trailing down her throat and back up again to her jawline seductively.
‘It’s only a car, and yeah I left my Range Rover packed up with my tartan pants and bagpipes… I’m expecting some sort of scratching or breaking Penelope as I’ve seen you drive, remember!’ He laughed at her as she moved back in mock anger, a comical frown on her face and batted him in the stomach. Pulling her back into a headlock and p
