Mr. Felton threw the car into first, and the tires squealed from the parking lot. Two women stood outside the hotel and watched us with their mouths wide open.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

While weaving in and out of traffic and taking every back street available, he glanced at me. I couldn't tell him that I was thinking about our last time together and how I apparently had J.B.F hair and smelled like sex.

"Nothing."

The car accelerated, and a gravitational force pushed me against the seat. We were pulling some G's down the freeway, and then immediately exiting. His V vroomed. She wanted to go, and the truth was I wanted to, as well.

"Can I drive?" My leg shook in anticipation.

"I never let a woman drive my car. Especially those who can't drive stick."

"I know how to drive stick, but it's not like you would know that."

The grin on his face grew in size.

"I actually do want to know."

My cheeks burned, and I could feel my body temperature rise, so I tried to pay attention to the fading city and calm down. He took an off ramp and sped down the open road surrounded by desert. V hummed and purred the whole way coaxing me calm.

"Sometimes when I'm stressed or need to get away from business, V and I will take a ride. She seems to be the only woman who can fully satisfy me with no fucking lip."

"Maybe if you didn't treat women like shit, you wouldn't get lip from them."

He cocked his head toward me and his jade eyes sparkled.

"It seems the only disrespectful woman I know—with a dirty mouth and balls bigger than mine—is you."

"If your balls are as big as your ego, then I would expect mine to be gigantic."

Mr. Felton slammed on the brakes, and V veered off the road. Dust flitted behind us like a smoke trail from a burning engine.

He grabbed the bottom of my chin and forcefully made me look at him.

"A shame that pretty mouth is so fucking filthy. It's a real shame. But that's why I am going to let you drive her. I want you to see how a real woman should act under my hold."

My jaw dropped, and he opened his door. I ran around to the other side with way too much excitement in my bounce. I could mark driving an Aston from my bucket list. Before I slipped in, Mr. Felton closed in on me against the car.

"Just know, V is loyal, and madly in love with me. Don't be a bitch towards her."

When I was behind the wheel, V and I connected. She purred and begged for me to drive her wild. After buckling, I looked at Mr. Felton, who looked out at the wisps of clouds above. He gave me a head nod and a hurry up gesture with his hand.

With a kick of the clutch and snap to first gear, I made a U-turn and raced down the road. Power and pavement called my name, and I gunned it.

"Faster," Mr. Felton whispered.

Barely tapping the gas pedal caused us to fly down the road.

"See how she responds?"

"Yes."

"You and V are no different. Full of fierceness and beauty."

I watched the road carefully and tried to understand the direction of the conversation.

"You both must listen to me and respond when I give a direction."

I could feel him staring at me, but I kept my eyes on the road.

"If I tell her to do something, she does it without a fucking peep."

I pushed harder on the gas, ninety felt like nothing.

"If I tell her to stop, she asks me when."

Winding curves and Desert Mountains filled the background.

"And I give her what she needs to do her job, and be good at it. I tune her up. I make her ready to perform at full capacity."

The throttle hit one hundred miles per hour.

"She can't do anything without me. I drive her. I control her. She is mine. And so are you."

And then the bright red and blue lights flashed in the rearview.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

I couldn't concentrate.

Adrenaline shot through my body as I pulled the Aston onto the rocky gravel on the side of the road. Before I could grab my wallet from my clutch, the police officer tapped on the window. A man with dark black hair and a handlebar mustache leaned over to get a closer look.

"Yes, officer?"

"I've been following you for a few minutes. Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Umm…" I thought playing stupid girl would pay off. It didn't. Not with Mr. Asshole sitting beside me.

"What's the issue, Officer Black?"

"At one point, I clocked you at one hundred miles per hour. Do you know the speed limit?"

"I'm not sure. I'm actually not from here."

Mr. Felton leaned over the console. His head was close to mine.

"Felton."

"This is Jennifer Downs. She's actually new to the area, and I thought I would let her drive V."

The officer stood unamused, but there was a flicker of something in his eye: recognition.

"I should bring you both to jail for driving so fast. It's reckless," Officer Black said.

"Reckless is your middle name, isn't it?" Mr. Felton whispered in my ear, and I could feel his lips lightly touch the edge of my neck. My breathing accelerated and my chest rose and fell with each breath.

"I've warned you several times, Finnley. Next time, I will bring you to the station. Being reckless, playing with young women, it isn't healthy."

Officer Black lifted an eyebrow and leaned on the car.

"Exactly why I don't let women drive my cars. They can't seem to control themselves. Won't happen again, officer."

Unspoken words were exchanged between Mr. Felton and the cop, and then he left. Just like that. I should have at least gotten a warning, but received nothing. Mr. Felton had the power to persuade the law. In Texas, I would have been handed a ticket quicker than I could roll down the window.

"How long have you been dancing?"

"I never said I danced."

"Your legs did."

Amazed how unfazed he was at the potential ticket, I stared into his face.

"My adrenaline is pumping so fast right now. I can't even think."

He grabbed my wrist. My heart beat a million miles per minute.

"Wow. Did the flashing lights turn you on?" He laughed at my expense.

It was being pulled over combined with your deadly sex appeal, I wanted to say, but didn't.

"Always the asshat, aren't you?"

"Only when you are the ass, Ms. Downs."

Leaning forward in his seat, he programmed the GPS to bring us home.

I followed the route, and could see faint city lights in the distance. Another mile and I would be home, well, his home.

A tall cement fence lined the side of the road, and I knew we were almost there. Following what the GPS said, I turned into to a gate-blocked driveway.

"The code is 0619. Press enter, and the gate will close behind you."

Tall golden gates slowly opened and closed whenever I drove through. In the distance sat a fortress of a house. It was pure architectural genius with large windows lining the outside instead of walls. There was more glass than siding. I glanced inside as we passed, and could see two women inside leaning over the kitchen bar. Okay, house was an understatement, but somehow I expected nothing less than a fortress funded by sex.

"Welcome to my private compound. Felton Estates."

I rubbed my hands over the steering wheel before I removed the keys from the ignition and handed them to Mr. Felton.

"Told you V would give you the ride of your life. She's never disappointed."