Turning around, he simply confronts the elevator doors. He swings his arm around my waist and pulls me against his side as they open. The thought of being in this exquisite arseholes arm makes my tummy flutter.
When we are in front of his automobile, I come to a complete stop. I mutter to myself, "Fuck off.
"Pardon me?He furrows his brow.
I swiftly respond, "No, no, not you." It's simply... Your automobile.
"How about that?He speaks slowly, "
I chuckle, "I didn't think you were the eco-friendly type.
And how precisely would you know that my automobile is environmentally friendly? he smirks as he opens the door for me."
"Simple. When he is facing me and sat next to me, I declare, "I know my automobiles.
I see, truly.He challenges, grinning. What kind of automobile is this?"
"Fisker Karma," I merely say.
What amount?"
I mumble, "100 k," in a bored manner.
