CLARISSA WATCHED in wonder as the fancy and provocative car sped through the roads towards the town. Heartendale was a small town but with so much going on around, soon it was going to become a city.
She turned to the man sitting next to her and her breath hitched. Why, oh why was this man affecting her so much? The last thing she needed was another man-w***e for a boyfriend. Not that she had ever thought of Nicholas Renoir as a boyfriend (twiddling thumbs). She was slightly embarrassed when she discovered the woman she thought he was dating was actually his step-sister.
Oh, the humiliation.
Nicholas looked so hot sitting behind the wheel as if the car was custom made for him. He looked at easy—happy even while the amazing car purred under his ministrations. His eyes were concentrated o
