SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW.
He held my hand as he led me to the Rolls-Royce before us, it was black with gold streaks all over and looked fit for a man of his status. He opened the door and helped me sit. The seats were soft, and I could tell that they were made with rare leather. He got in beside me and shut the door, and the car started and was on the move.
He held my hand, and the look of my small hands in his much bigger, veiny one made my lower belly clench
"Am I expected to do anything at this gathering?" I asked, making sure to place some emphasis on the last word, knowing very well that it would have him feeling annoyed, and the subtle flash of brief annoyance in his eyes made me want to smirk.
"If you do not watch yourself, i will turn you over my knee tonight and give you a good
