She reached out to take his hand and as she considered what to say he pulled away.
“Do you like the engine? It’s all shiny and new.”
“Yes, obviously. It’s very pretty,” she said a little sarcastically making him smile again.
“Release the trunk,” he ordered now.
She hit the release and waited for any other instructions.
“We’re going out tonight.”
“Are we?” She was surprised by the new and unexpected information.
“Yes. I forgot about it and as I didn’t give Amanda the details it wasn’t scheduled, but it’s a charity dinner thing at a 5* hotel so you’ll need a dress. Now have you found anything you don’t like about the car yet?”
“No.” She decided against the argument that she didn’t need a dress because she already had plenty of dresses and decided to stick with the topic of the car. “I’ve never driven an Audi before.”
“Oh baby, this is not just an Audi. This is the Audi TT RS top spec,” he told her quite excitedly.
“Hence the $65,000 price tag.” The reminder of the price left her unable to disguise the annoyance in her voice.
“You may just want to adjust the attitude there, honey,” he told her with the undercurrent of a threat.
A sound left her lips. A sound she didn’t immediately recognise and then it dawned on her. She had growled at him, literally growled in frustration that he had still managed to infer that somehow this was all of her own doing; the car she never wanted and certainly never asked for, the argument, or lack of one that had followed after his purchase of the car and now the fact that he was chastising her for her attitude when he had made this situation. She imagined she was giggling to herself as she thought that it was usually her that was accused of getting things wrong insituations of her own makingand here she was thinking the same of him, in his own words too. As she felt a sting across her buttocks she jumped and let out a scream and felt him touching her as he pressed her against the side of the car.
“What was that for?” she asked indignantly.
“Take your pick,” he said, but offered no further explanation.
She attempted to turn around but found he was still pressed against her, his front to her back, holding her firmly in place.
“What was the growl for?” He breathed against her ear and neck making her feel weak and needy for him.
“You.”
“Me?” he asked with amusement in his voice.
“Yes, you. You frustrate me, Jim. We talk about things, I tell you what I do and don’t want and you do the opposite,” she tried to explain.
“I frustrate you, or should that be that you are frustrated?” His laughter was at her now.
He loosened his position against her, allowing her to turn to face him where she frowned while cutting her eyes making him laugh.
“On top of everything else you are now adding a growl, a frown and the eye thing. I think you’re mistaken about the frustration.” He gently brushed his fingers across the thin fabric of her cotton, sleeveless, button through shirt making her erect and aroused nipples obvious to them both.
“James,” she said breathlessly before he placed a finger across her lips.
“Now come and see what this car is actually gift wrap for.” His words were deliberately mysterious as he took her by the hand and led her to the boot of the car which had rather impressively opened silently when she’d released it. It contained a long thin white box that reminded Tasha of a gift she had once received from her grandparents containing flowers, but she didn’t imagine this box contained flowers.
“So, what do you actually think of the car? Can we agree that it is indeed very beautiful, like its owner?” He brushed the hair back off her face.
“Yes,” she agreed, still a little reluctantly.
“Good,” he said smugly, briefly irritating her again. “Open it.” He gestured to the box.
She lifted the lid off and stepped back, gasping at what the box held.
“Well?” he asked. “Do you like it?”
