"Eric."
Evangeline's soft but authoritative voice stopped Eric on his tracks. He glanced at her who was standing beside an eye-catching sensual white Ferrari Laferari with a boy his age at the side, who appeared to be her driver –– glaring nonstop at him.
"I have a bike. It's much faster with all the traffic outside," Eric explained, reading Evangeline's thoughts. He moved forward without letting her react from his steadfast decision to ride his bike.
Evangeline admitted that for the first time, she was at a loss. Eric didn't exactly say to ride with him and didn't tell where they were going or what the plan was.
Too prideful to ask, she stomped her six inches heel and chaste after him.
"Go back first. I'll call when I need your service."
"Miss!"
