Page 20 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
He pulled off the motorway and backtracked to the office. When we got there, a security guard raised a barrier and we drove into an underground car park. He stopped the car and opened his door.
“Get out,” he said, commanding.
I laughed and ran around the front of the car. Only then did I see the Ferrari badge. While he stood at the side of the car, I slid into the seat. It was warm where he’d sat. I placed my hands on the steering wheel, sliding it around to feel the leather. He leaned down and moved my chair forwards so I could reach the pedals.
“Don’t touch anything just yet,” he said, then walked around the front and slid into the passenger seat.
“Where are the gears?” I asked.
“Automatic. You’ll go too fast to change gear,” he said.
I’d never driven an automatic before. “Right, see that lever? Click it down one for drive. Cover the brake gently and slowly pull away.”
There was no slow with the car. We shot forwards and I panicked, slamming my foot on the brake. Ilaughed; Sebastian slammed his hands on the dashboard.
“Slow!” he said.
“I’m trying!” I replied.
The second time was more successful. We crept forwards in a straight line.
“Now what do I do?” I asked.
“Turn left or right unless you want to slam us into that wall,” he replied.
I glanced quickly at him, too scared to take my eyes off the ‘road.’
I turned us and drove a large square around the empty space. On the second round, I was confident enough to move from ten miles per hour to thirty. Even at that low speed, the car roared.
“I love the sound and the feel,” I said.
“Same.”
“It’s that... Vibration of the engine,” I said. I could feel it between my thighs, or was it the close proximity of Sebastian?
He smirked and raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes in response.
“Okay, pull over, otherwise I won’t get any work done. I’ll be too focused on you and vibrations.”
My cheeks coloured, but I didn’t respond.
I came to a halt, not in a parking spot, but randomly in front of a door. Sebastian leaned over me to press thestart/stop button. He could have pointed it out, I was sure, but I think we both enjoyed the closeness. I inhaled; he smelled divine. If one could bottle power and sex, it would be his scent.
Before he moved fully back into his seat, he looked at me. His face was close to mine, I could feel his breath. I held mine. His eyes, normally a brilliant blue, had darkened and his pupils had dilated. I stared straight into his eyes for as long as I could, then my gaze fell to his lips.
He pulled back and I breathed.
“Come on,” he said, leaving the car. I needed a moment to refocus, however. Finally, I joined him.
We walked in silence to a door, and he keyed in a code. We’d entered a small area. An overhead light flickered and he looked up and tutted. Opposite was another door. He keyed in his code again, and it swung open. The other side of that door was a lift and a staircase. He took the stairs, two at a time, and I struggled to keep up.
“Slow down. I only have little legs,” I said, panting after him.
He stopped midway and waited for me. “You need to get fit,” he said.
I paused and stared at him. “Like I have time for that! And that’s rude.”
“More or less rude than you’ve been to me? I need toknow, just for future reference, where I put my quips on our scale of rudeness.”
