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A soft chuckle came from behind her and warmth pooled in her pussy. Even his condescension was sexy.
At the top of the stairs, a large foyer opened up in front of her. The man came around her and stopped as she peered around the space. She didn’t know much about architecture but the floor looked like marble—white and shiny with swirls of gray in majestic patterns. Two tall columns stood at the double doors. A chandelier cast sparkles on the flawless surfaces.
“Wow,” was all she could manage to say. She glanced at him then remembered again that she didn’t even know his name. “You never told me your name.”
“You’re right.”
“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes. “You know mine. It’s not like I’m gonna report you or anything. I mean, that’d be pretty dumb considering what you caught me doing.”
He stared silently.
“At least give me a first name.”
Shifting uncomfortably, he answered, “Fox.”
She scrunched her nose. “Like the animal?”
Without a word, he gestured for her to follow and walked her across the room. Their footsteps echoed around the vast space.
“That’s cute,” she said, rushing to keep up with his long strides. “No really. I like that. Foxes are adorable.”
His answering grunt made her chuckle. He opened a door on the other side of the foyer and she followed him through it into a dark room where the air felt hot and stale. A click came from beside her then the lights turned on.
They were in a garage full of cars. It was huge—at least as wide as two double-car garages. The cement floor was as clean as the foyer despite the smell of oil and rust.
She counted the number of vehicles in her head. Four cars and two bikes in the farthest corner. Not just any cars—luxury and sports cars. She felt like a kid in a candy shop. The urge to smell them, run her fingers over them, hear the purr of the engines made butterflies take off in her belly.
Her gaze got stuck on the red Mustang convertible in the middle. She had a fantasy of fucking in a convertible on a deserted road. Was it normal for a garage full of expensive cars to be giving her a girl boner?
“Holy shit.” She spun to face him. “You’re like me!”
Fox shook his head. “No, I’m not like you.”
She couldn’t stop grinning. “You are. You’ve got a better setup, but you steal cars too.”
“No.”
With a hand perched on her hip, she cocked a brow. “Then how do you explain all this?” She gestured to the array of vehicles.
Face impassive, his gaze moved from her to the garage then back again. “I won the lottery.”
“Sure.” She laughed. “And that was my Lexus and I’m the Princess of fucking Wales.”
After glaring at her in irritation, he walked to the first car in the line—a small green hybrid that looked like it would suit a middle-aged store manager who wanted to save on gas.
She gave him an incredulous look. “Seriously?”
He opened the passenger door.
“Can’t we take the—”
“No.” He pointed inside the car. “Get in.”
Her shoulders drooped in disappointment. “Killjoy.” An entire fleet of cars she’d give her right arm for, and he was going to drive her home in the old man-mobile. Figured.
She tried not to sulk as she climbed in the passenger seat and he got in the driver’s side.
“What’s your address?” He reached toward the GPS on the dash.
