Beau
“We should leave." I hated the way my voice betrayed the cool demeanor I tried to feign. “At this rate, we'll be late no matter what."
“If you insist, Miss Carter."
“I do." Turning around, I reached for the panel and pressed the garage's button. Ignored the mounting tension - how wet and swollen I already was for him. It was better that way.
Waiting for us downstairs was a car I'd never seen before. Sleek and ostentatious. Sexy. I recognized the Porsche emblem at once, but not the model.
“Glad you approve." Hendrix walked around me to open the door, helped me slip inside without hurting the long skirt of my dress. With ease, he strapped me in and then went around to his side. Got in.
Silver; a two-seater with more buttons inside than I was used to. The center console was somethi
