Sarah's POV
I walked out of the apartment building, the cool night air brushing against my bare shoulders.
Parked right by the curb was Marcus’s sleek black SUV. Standing beside the driver’s door was Marcus himself, looking very handsome in a tailored navy white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms.
When his eyes landed on me, a genuine, rare smile broke across his face.
"You look breathtaking, Sarah," he said softly, his voice smooth and low.
I felt a flutter in my chest as he walked around to open the passenger door for me like a complete gentleman. I slid into the soft leather seat, and he closed the door before walking around to the driver's side.
As soon as he got behind the wheel, I turned to look at him, unable to hold back my curiosity. "So...
