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this potent energy drawing us to each other. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled just before he reached the docks. I sighed as I climbed into the driver’s seat.
    I had never driven a sports car, but I knew from watching enough television and movies that I needed to go easy on the gas pedal or I’d turn the car and myself into junkyard decor. I slipped the key into the ignition and pressed the start button. The engine roared to life and a chill lifted the hairs on my arms. I pressed down on the brake pedal, shifted into reverse, and slowly eased my foot off the brake.
    The car didn’t move. I would have to put my foot on the gas to coax it out of the parking spot. My heart pounded as a dozen horrible, bloody scenarios flashed in my mind. I placed my foot lightly on the gas pedal and as soon as I barely pressed down the car jumped to life and screeched out of the parking space. I hit the brake and my body was thrown back against the seat.
    “Shit!”
    After a few more false starts that turned me into a nervous wreck, I finally managed to pull out of the marina parking lot. I drove a steady thirty-five miles per hour the entire way to my apartment, which felt like ten miles per hour in this beast. I could feel the car purring around me, urging me to push it harder, faster, but I kept my wits about me and somehow managed to make it to my apartment in one piece.
    I parked the car in the alley behind our apartments, too afraid to leave it on the street. I showered quickly and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a tank top. When I made it back to the alley, a crowd of teenage boys had gathered around the Bugatti. They watched me in awe as I approached the car.
    “Is this your car?” one wide-eyed boy asked.
    “Yep,” I replied, as I deactivated the alarm and slid into the driver’s seat. “See you later, boys.”

    I arrived at Luke’s boat just as the catering company was leaving. I climbed the gangway and Luke rushed over to help me into the boat.
    “Fuck. You look hot,” he said, as his gaze wandered over my breasts and down the curve of my hips.
    He had also changed into jeans and a plain white T-shirt that was stretched taut across his strong shoulders.
    “You’re looking pretty steamy, yourself. Very country boy meets city boy. Want to hit the hay, partner?”
    My phone vibrated in my pocket, and my hip twitched at the tickling sensation.
    Luke glanced at my pocket then back at me. “You can answer that.”
    “I know. I just don’t want to,” I said, as I grabbed the belt loop on his jeans and pulled him toward me.
    It was probably a call from my colleague, nemesis, and admirer at NeoSys, Milo Yates. He was probably calling to remind me, for the millionth time, of the importance of this assignment, and how the future of NeoSys and my family’s security hung in the balance.
    “What do you want to do?” Luke whispered in my ear.
    He kissed my neck and my knees weakened as his cock hardened against my belly.
    “I want to repay you for what you did for me today.”
    I grabbed his hand and led him toward the boat’s bow. I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the ocean, sparkling under the warmth of the late afternoon sun. The sky would darken soon and all of this would soon twinkle with moonlight. Even with the storm clouds closing in on us, this place was magical.
    “Where are the paparazzi?” I asked, as we reached the forward pulpit and I resisted the urge to climb onto the railing and shout, “I’m the King of the World!”
    “The thugs with cameras?” Luke replied. “They went home. I had a little talk with the security guard at the marina entrance and he’s going to make sure they don’t bother us again.”
    I pushed him back against the railing and reached for the button of his jeans. “Do you think we’ll be on the cover of the tabloids tomorrow?”
    He smiled as I unzipped his pants and slid down to my knees. “Probably. But nothing they can print will change anything between