He took my chin and tilted it toward him, then brushed his lips across mine. “I told you I would take care of everything.”
I clutched the keys to my chest. “No, I can’t accept this. I know how expensive these cars are.”
“It’s a gift. Let me spoil you for once. Please.”
I bit my lip and debated back and forth. I wanted the car, no doubt about it, but taking such a huge gift felt wrong, especially since we were supposedly just having fun together. A car like this felt like a present you’d give your wife, not your friend with temporary benefits. Then again, I kept forgetting how rich he was now, so maybe this was nothing big to him. Maybe he gave his assistant expensive sports cars for Christmas, so giving one to me seemed normal.
I set my hand on his chest and looked up at his near-black
