Con Artist
"I swear I won't do anything to you, it's cold and I'm offering to keep you warm."
And that should work? I walked closer to the car and I touched it before giggling again and letting go. "It's a beautiful car," I said in a sweet voice and I saw him smirk before standing way too close to me. "What car is it?" I asked dumbly and he pushed my hair back before pressing his lips against my ear.
"It's a McLaren 570S," he whispered and I had to do my best not to be disgusted.
"I bet it goes fast, how fast does it go?" I said, turning my body to press his side and he chuckled, putting his hands on both my sides and caging me in. He had some really nice ocean eyes, it's a pity his breath stinks.
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