Page 42 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“And you look amazing, too,” he replied.
“Sorry. I’m digging the goth look,” I said, waving my hand over his body.
“Get in the car, Ruby,” he said with a sigh.
He held open the Ferrari door and I slid in. “What about the seats?” I asked before he closed the door.
“What about them?”
“Won’t this scratch the leather?”
“So what if it does?”
He closed the door and I waited until he’d opened his. “You are very much into disposable, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” He looked at me as he started the engine.
“You’re very...So what if it does?”
He frowned at me. “What on earth are you on about now? If the leather gets scratched, then it gets scratched. I don’t sweat the small stuff, Ruby.”
“A cow died for this,” I replied, pushing my luck a little.
“R.I.P that cow. Now’s lets go eat steak to make ourselves feel better about its demise.”
I giggled at his response. He started to pull away as I was putting on the seatbelt.
“Oh, it’s my birthday today,” I said, not sure why I wanted him to know.
He slammed on the brakes, and I lurched forward.
“Why didn’t you say?”
“I just did. I only just remembered.”
“You only just remembered?” He turned to look at me.
“Erm... Well, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not important.”
“Of course it’s important. It’s your birthday. I would have liked to have known.”
“Sorry, do you need my menstrual schedule as well?”
“No, there’s nothing more erotic than the thought of fucking you while you’re bleeding. So if you tell me, I’ll get hard and that won’t be comfortable.”
I held up both hands and shuddered.
“Now, put your seat belt on. We’re going to celebrate your birthday.”
He pulled away so fast I slammed into the back of the seat. He laughed while I grumbled.
We pulled up outside a swish restaurant with a doorman. It had blacked-out windows, so I couldn’t see inside. I couldn’t make out the name, either.
“What does that say?” I asked, looking up.
“I have no idea. Apparently, it’s athingjust to have a symbol.”
“No good if someone is googling for it.”
