Without answering, he wrapped his arms around me, and tried to block the freezing wind that whipped around us while he led the way. An employee held open the double glass door for us as we entered. Talk about customer service.

“Good morning, Mr. Knight,” a salesman greeted, coming toward us with a huge warm grin. He offered his hand to Max. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Kenny,” Max said, shaking his hand, then he turned his attention to me. “This is Jenna.” From their friendly greeting, I could assume Max had been here many times before.

“Hello, Jenna.” Kenny took my hand and gave me the biggest grin. After the polite professional greeting, he led us toward the back.

“Max, where are we going and why are we here?” I narrowed my eyes at him. He was up to something and he didn’t let me know what that was. Lacing his fingers through mine, we followed behind Kenny.

“I’m leasing a car for work…for you,” he whispered in my ear.

I halted, but my body weight did nothing to anchor him. Pulling me to his chest, he tried to calm me down by caressing my arm as we continued to follow Kenny.

“I can’t take the car.” My tone was intense, but soft. I didn’t want to make a scene.

“It will belong to the company. You’ll be driving around for meetings. It’s the company policy. We’ll be paying for your gas and insurance too.”

Though I liked the sound of everything he was telling me, I wasn’t sure if it was really the company’s policy or his. “Then why didn’t you let me know?”

“Would you have come if I told you?” He planted his lips on my forehead when he saw a frown.

“No.” I pouted as we stepped out to a lot full of cars.

“Don’t pout, Jenna. You make me all crazy inside and if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make a scene.” He winked, giving me that wicked sexy grin.

Already weakening from his wink, I didn’t say a word.

“Here is the beauty,” Kenny exclaimed, opening the passenger door, and giving us space to peek inside.

“What do you think, Jenna?” Max asked. He looked so proud; I couldn’t break his bubble.

“It’s beautiful,” I replied, and it was. “It’s perfect.” It was sleek, black with black leather interior.

“Come sit inside with me,” Max ordered politely, forcing me into the driver’s seat. “You need to feel the car.”

I never knew what it was about men and their cars, but for me, all I needed was something reliable and I’d be perfectly happy. After admiring the inside—the dashboard, the high tech gadgets, and the smooth steering wheel with wood trim, Max asked me to turn on the engine and we went for a test drive. I had to admit, I didn’t want to let go of this car. The ride was smooth, sturdy, and it turned the corner as if it were gliding on air. Yup, I liked this car way too much.

If I were to compare this car to a woman the way most men did, I would say the curve of her luscious body would make any man stop dead. Just one look would be enough to greedily wish for one. The engine purred softly like a kitten, but roared like a lion when at full speed. The tantalizing package could make one explode with hunger and want.

Max never took his eyes off me as I drove. I think I know why. I knew for sure I had the happiest grin on my face. I must have looked like a little girl who just opened up a brand new beautiful doll and it wasn’t even Christmas. After I parked the car back at the dealership, we headed to Kenny’s office.

After pulling out a chair for me, Max pulled out his. I thought about how we were still at the dating stage and wondered when or if Max would stop pulling out chairs for me like a perfect gentleman. From what I had observed, most guys stopped acting charismatic when they officially became a couple, but I hoped Max never would.

“We just need to take care of some little details. We can finish the rest of the paperwork with your secretary, Mr. Knight, if that is what you prefer.” Kenny muttered, shuffling papers in front of him.

“Thank you,” Max said. “We do have things to do.”

“Great. I just need to know what color.”

Max looked at me for an answer, but instead of giving him one, I kept my lips sealed. Feeling somewhat annoyed at him for not letting me know about all this before we came, I decided to be a little naughty and playful.

“What color would you like, Jenna?” Max asked.

“Orange,” I said, crossing my arms.

He raised his brow at me while the corner of his lips curled, and his expression stayed there longer then I had expected it to. Turning to Kenny, he said, “Black.”

“Black,” Kenny repeated, typing something on his computer, then turned to Max again. “How about the color of the interior?”

“Lime green,” I sputtered.

Max tilted his head and gave me a hot evil grin, as if he was going to punish me. “Black,” he said to Kenny.

“Black,” Kenny repeated. Then he asked a bunch of other short questions like windows tinted or not, navigator and other requests I had no desire to pay attention to. Since I wasn’t cooperating, Max stopped asking me what I wanted. I couldn’t believe I was acting like a child, especially in front of Kenny.

After they completed the deal, Max and I shook Kenny’s hand; he held the most amusing grin on his face, as if he had just watched a comedy show.

When we got to Max’s Porsche, he opened the passenger door for me, and then walked around to get into the driver’s side. “I hope you like your orange car, babe,” he said, chuckling lightly.