Page 105 of Forever Player

“It’s kind of scary down there. In movies you always see people getting attacked or murdered in parking garages,” she says nervously.

“Honey, neither of those things is happening right now. I got a surprise for you.”

We head out of the elevator, and we walk toward my parking spot.

“Did I not park your car properly or something?” she asks as we get closer.

“Looks like you did just fine,” I confirm since we are a few feet away from my car now.

I take the fob out of my pocket and unlock the doors to her new SUV. The lights flash and Willow looks to me with confusion.

“Why did you just unlock your neighbor’s car?” she asks.

“That’s your new car, Honey,” I say.

Her jaw drops followed by a “Fuck me.”

“Anytime you want,” I quip.

She gives me a piercing look. “What have you done?”

“I bought you some wheels,” I clarify.

“Wheels?” Her voice is high-pitched. “That is a luxury vehicle and completely unnecessary.”

“That is a vehicle, as you put it, with a five-star safety rating,” I say of her Genesis.

“Holy shitballs.” She places her palms together and brings them up to her mouth. “This is too much.”

“No, it isn’t. You need a car to get around and it needs to be safe,” I explain.

“It’s too much,” she insists.

“It’s a gift. You don’t get to decide if it’s too much. I wanted to gift this to you.” The car is a pearl white and looks classy and perfect.

“Thank you,” she says. She throws her arms around my neck, and it feels like she inhales when she buries her head in the crevice of my neck.

I give her a questioning look.

“What? I like your scent,” she says.

A low feral growl escapes me. “You know exactly what you just did,” I accuse, giving her a warning look because this woman knows exactly how to press my buttons.

“Maybe I want to get you all riled up,” she retorts, heat filling her gaze.

“Not with Maylee awake,” I groan because she is going to make me hard.

“Well, then I guess you have something to look forward to tonight,” she teases.

I smack her ass and her eyes gleam as she laughs.

She opens her mouth to say something and then snaps it shut.

“This was so nice of you,” she says.

“Come on, Honey, I’m starving. We need to eat.”

“You’re talking about food, right?” She giggles.

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