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He chuckles low in his throat. ‘It’s not sexist, before you say it; it’s chivalrous.’
‘Quite the knight in shining armour.’
‘If you want to see me that way.’
We’re so close now. Almost chest to chest. And that voice, it’s so low, so gruff... What would it feel like to have it rumble directly over my sex-starved clit?
I swallow a squeak as my thighs clench, my exposed nether regions tingling in a swift breeze.
‘You okay?’ His brows lift, a smile playing about his lips.Busted.
‘Yes,’ I blurt, stepping onto the pavement. ‘Where are you parked?’
But he’s already gesturing to a shiny black...
No. This cannot be his car. The brand. Him. The two just don’t go together.
My lips twitch. ‘That’s your car?’
He eyes me. ‘Yes.’
‘But the brand?’
‘And?’
I look at him, step towards the car, look at him again. ‘Do you know how many PR specialists I’ve met over the years, men who think their car is an extension of them, and not one of them has driven one of these?’
‘No?’ To my relief he smiles. I don’t want to offend him, but I can’t contain my surprise. Every PR specialist, every marketer, publicist, whatever, with pockets as deep as I’m sure Valentine has, drives something flash. Even at the most conservative end of the scale it’s been a slick four-by-four. An expensive muscle car. But this...it’s...normal.
And Valentine is far from normal.
He unlocks it. ‘You going to continue staring at it, or get in?’
I laugh and pull open the door, climb inside and watch as he slips into the driver’s seat beside me.
‘Is this your only car, or do you have a toy for weekends? For fun?’
He shakes his head as he fastens his seatbelt and starts the engine.
‘Come on, you have to admit this car is a bit...unexpected?’
He pulls out into the traffic, his laugh as deep as his voice. ‘Unexpected?’
‘Yes. Someone like you, working in the glitzy world of PR, it doesn’t stack up.’
‘So you’re stereotyping me?’
I chew my lip. I guess I am.
‘And I’m not being flashy enough?’
‘Oh, to look atyou’replenty flash.’ And I am looking, my eyes drinking in his frown of concentration as he navigates the busy streets of London. His hair’s back in pristine condition, his made-to-measure suit and Rolex watch as flash as they come. ‘But your car...’
‘I’ll have you know this car is one of the best in its class. Safe. Reliable—’
‘Boring.’
His eyes flick to me. ‘Nothing wrong with that.’
