I look at the car and then at the people walking past as they stare at it. “Hi.”
He passes me the key and then a card. “This is for the car, and this is your new key to the apartment.”
I stare at them in my hand. “This is the car?” I whisper as the blood drains from my face.
He chuckles at my reaction.
Molly puts her hands over her mouth and begins to laugh nervously, reminding me that she’s here. “This is Molly, my friend,” I introduce her.
“Hello.” She smiles.
“Mr. Miles asked me to make a time with you to move your things out of your apartment.”
My eyes nearly pop from their sockets. “What?”
“Would Saturday morning suit you? I can arrange a packing service.”
My eyes flick to Molly as she stares wide eyed at me. Okay, what the actual fuck is going on here? “I’ll get back to you on that,” I reply.
He smiles kindly. “Okay.” He opens the car door. “So you know how to drive a manual, obviously.”
“Can you just hold on a minute.” I hold my finger up. “Just a minute.”
I turn my back on them and dial Jameson’s number.
“Hello,” his sexy voice purrs.
“What the hell kind of car is this?” I whisper.
“A Bugatti.”
“What’s that?” I whisper as I turn back and look at it.
“A Bugatti Veyron. It’s a limited edition.”
“I can’t drive this,” I whisper angrily.
“Why not?”
“Well.” I look around in a fluster. “I’m not a very good driver, Jameson. I’m going to crash this thing for sure.”
He laughs, and it’s deep and velvety and makes me smile.
“I assure you, Emily, anyone can drive this car. It practically drives itself. Relax. You’ll be fine.”
“When you said you had a car, I thought you meant you had a Toyota . . . like a normal person,” I stammer. “What if I crash it?”
“As long as you’re not injured, I don’t care.”
“Jameson,” I whisper.
“Babe, I’m in a staff meeting right now with twenty people sitting here. Get what you need, and I’ll meet you at home,” he says calmly.
“Oh my God,” I cry as I get an image of all his staff listening. “Goodbye.” I hang up in a rush.
I come back to Alan and Molly, and they both wait for me to say something. “It seems Jameson has gone completely crazy,” I whisper as I stare at the time machine.
Alan chuckles, and Molly stares at the car in disbelief.
“I thought it would be a Toyota.” I wince.
Alan smiles and opens the driver’s side door. “Mr. Miles doesn’t do Toyota, Emily.”
I get in, and Molly sits in the passenger seat.
“Where are you going?” Alan asks.
“Vegas.” Molly laughs. “We’re going to Vegas. How much is this car worth, Alan?”
“It came in at around two million dollars, I think.”
“Holy fuck,” Molly shrieks. “Get in, Alan; we really are going to fucking Vegas.”
I put my head down on the steering wheel and burst out laughing. “This is unbelievable.”
“You’ll be fine.” Alan laughs as he leans in and starts the car. It purrs like a kitten. “Blinker, brake, reverse.” He points to all the dials and knobs. “Take it slow. It flies.” He closes the door, and I put the blinker on.
I slowly take off into the traffic to the sound of Molly screaming and laughing in excitement, and as soon as I get out of sight of Alan, I burst out laughing too. “What the fuck is going on?” I cry.
Two hours later, I pull into the underground parking lot of Jameson’s building. I know why he takes the damn limo—finding a parking spot in this city is insane. In the end, I made Molly sit in the car in the parking lot and wait for me while I grabbed what I needed, and then I drove her home. I was petrified someone was going to steal it. Alan is waiting, and he guides me into the garage, where I park.
“Thank you.” I smile as I get the groceries out of the trunk. “This is a poser car,” I stammer.
He smirks as he takes the bags from me, and we begin walking to the elevator.
“Did you lock the car, Emily?” he reminds me.
“Oh yeah.” I turn and hold the remote up, and it blips as it locks. I giggle. “Oops.”
We get into the elevator, and he stays silent and looking straight ahead.
“How long have you worked for Jameson?” I ask.
“Ten years.”
“Oh.” I frown. “That’s a long time.”
He smiles. “Yes, he’s very good to me.”
We get to the top, and Alan opens the door and walks in and puts the groceries on the counter. “Do you need anything?” he asks. “Mr. Miles is still in his meeting. He will be at least another half an hour.”
My eyes hold his, and I want to ask him a million questions about the enigmatic Mr. Miles. “Do you speak to him often throughout the day?” I ask.
“No.” He smiles at the suggestion. “I am in constant contact with his PA.”
“Oh.”
“His masseuse is expected here at seven.” He glances at his watch. “Would you like me to wait for her?”
“Her?” I frown.
“Oh.” He corrects himself. “It’s a him now, isn’t it?”
Something tells me that Alan knows a lot more about Mr. Miles than he makes out.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll let him in.” I fake a smile. “Thank you.” I show him to the door.
“Call me if you need anything.” He smiles.
“Okay, thanks.”
I walk back to the kitchen and begin to put the groceries away, and the doorbell chimes. “Hello,” I say as I push the intercom.
“Hello, I’m here for the massage.”
“Come up.”
I open the door and wait for him to arrive. “Hello.” He smiles. “Same room as last time?”
“Yes, please.”
He takes off down the hallway to set up.
The door clicks open, and Jameson comes into view. Every time I see him in a suit, I am reminded of exactly who he is. Power personified.
“Hello.” He smiles as he takes me into his arms.
“Hi.” His lips dust mine, and I melt into his touch. “Your car is ridiculous.” I smile.
He chuckles as he takes my jaw in his hand; then he kisses me deeper, and my hands go around his broad neck.
The intercom sounds again.
“For God’s sake, this place is like an airport,” I whisper, annoyed that my kiss is being interrupted.
“Oh, that’s the stylists with your dresses,” he says.
“Your masseuse is set up in the end room.”
He kisses me again. “Let them in, and choose what you want.”
“Jay,” I whisper as my eyes search his. This change in him is confusing me.
“Get a few.” He grabs my behind. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” He disappears up the hall, and I open the front door.
My face falls when I see the two gorgeous women pushing a huge garment rack of gorgeous dresses. “Hello.” One is tall with long dark hair, and the other is blonde and beautiful. Both have that trendy, confident vibe.