There was a muffled hum, and James said, "Keera, aren't you stepping on the gas too hard? You think you're driving a sports car ... Oh my!"
The car swooshed off in an instant, and at that moment, James felt himself being violently thrown back into the seat. The force seemed to flatten his face.
He widened his eyes in disbelief as the black Bentley took off like a sports car, the scenery on both sides rapidly receding.
The car charged straight toward a bend ahead.
James said, "Keera, I won't say another word! You don't have to go for thrills because of what I said! Safety is the most important!"
Almost as soon as these words fell, the car elegantly drifted on the spot, and with skillful one-handed steering, Keira smoothly took the turn without slowing down and headed straight for the exit.
James was shaking so badly that he felt like throwing up last night's dinner.
