Page 51 of Alex

His extra wide grin only makes me want to crawl under the covers and hide for the entire trip.

“I’d rather just stay here and relax. I saw there was a pool downstairs.” I try to think of an excuse to get out of going on a shopping trip.

Thankfully, I packed a bathing suit.

“You can go swimming tomorrow. Tonight, we’re going out and enjoying the city life.”

I walk toward him. “Fine, but if I hate the club, we leave.”

Alex purses his lips for a moment before saying, “Only if you give the club and the entire experience at least thirty minutes.”

That seems like a really long time, but I could enjoy the night out without worrying about work or babysitting Kate.

“Deal.”

I link my hand with his and let him lead me to the elevator. Once inside, he pulls me toward him until I’m nestled in his arms.

“How are we going to get around? We don’t have a car here.”

Instead of heading out the lobby doors to the front of the hotel, Alex pulls me in the opposite direction.

“There’s a parking garage attached to this hotel and Dad and I both have a car parked here for when we visit.”

When I’m sure no one is around to see, I roll my eyes. Of course they do. They have multiple houses, so it only makes sense that they would have multiple cars as well.

“What kind of car do you keep here?”

He glances at me and grins. “You’ll see.”

I follow him through a large metal door that leads outside to the parking garage. He clicks a button on the tiny remote to unlock his car doors.

Glancing around, I try to find whichever car’s lights turn on. Flashing lights out the corner of my eye draw my attention to the right.

The car that’s currently lighting up is the perfect sky blue shade with an extra glossy sheen to it.

If I thought his car at home was a luxury sports car, this one blows that one out of the water.

“A Corvette?” I ask in disbelief.

He nods but says, “Not just any Corvette. It’s a Z06.”

I don’t know what those numbers mean, but clearly he does.

He opens my door, allowing me to slide in. The black and blue leather seats scream racecar, but they cup my body in all the right ways.

After closing my door, Alex walks around to the driver’s side and slides into his seat. He starts the car, and it purrs to life.

The roar of the engine as he pulls out of the parking garage and punches the gas, causes my stomach to perform several somersaults.

Alex glances over at me with worry in his eyes. “Am I driving too fast?”

“No.”

I’m not lying. He hasn’t been able to drive faster than fifty miles per hour.

His eyebrow raises. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“I’m fine. This car is definitely a different caliber than your other one.” This car likes to growl and move the millisecond his foot pushes down on the pedal.

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