Page 63 of Emergence and Ascendance

"Yep. This is perfect." I smiled sweetly. "Problem?"

"That's a limited edition. One of twelve worldwide."

"You said to pick one."

"I was thinking something more practical."

"None of these are practical."

“The Bentley is?”

I rolled my eyes and he grinned. "It has a back seat."

"Do I need a back seat?"

"Eventually." The way his eyes moved over my body made my stomach flip. I tapped the Aston Martin. "I still want this one."

He sighed and reached into a cabinet near the door to get the key fob. "Please don’t wreck my car, Scot."

"I'm an excellent driver."

"Better be." He handed me the key.

"I feel privileged. This is platinum treatment. This thing has to be worth half a million?—"

"One point two million," he corrected.

"Shit… that much.” I glanced at the car.

“That much, so please don’t wreck my fucking car.”

“Oh this is definitely the platinum treatment.”

"You're worth it and not just because your pussy is so good."

I rolled my eyes. "Charming."

"I try."

"Not very hard."

He laughed and pointed to the car. “Let’s do a test drive?"

"Now?"

"I need to make sure you can actually drive and won’t wreck my shit."

I raised an eyebrow. "I can drive, Christian."

"This goes from zero to sixty in three point two seconds."

"Sounds like most men I've dated. Quick start, disappointing finish."

He laughed hard. “I don’t have that problem. You will never be disappointed."

Before I could get too caught up in that, he removed his phone, checking the screen and holding it up.

"I need to take this and I have a few other calls to make. I'll be heading out for a while."

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