"Get inside," Alex snapped. He'd gotten out of a stunning, mean-looking carbon-colored Lamborghini Reventon parked in front of the gallery's entrance and pulled open the skyward-pointing passenger door for Cat.
"I'm not-"
"Get in, Cat. I'm not going to ask again," He intoned so carelessly that she knew he would forcefully throw her inside the luxury sports car if Cat tried to rebel against him once more. Still, she couldn't let him have the last word.
"I'm tired and hungry and since I can't seem to get a cab..." Cat shrugged her shoulders and got inside the elegant vehicle. The rich smell of leather and the faint musk of Alex's cologne encompassed her being. As he slid in next to her, Cat was bombarded with sensations at how close he was. How if he moved even a little, her naked shoulder brushed against his smooth jacket. Alex's delicious smell enveloped her in a sensual trance and something that was undeniably his own scent soothed her frayed nerves.
