Well, you're less likely to object to me going away with her," I tease him.
His lips twitch and he starts on his omelet.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"You are. Eat your granola, all of it, if that's all you're having."
Bossy as ever. I purse my lips at him, but dig in.
"So, the key goes here." Christian points out the ignition beneath the gearshift.
"Strange place," I mutter. But I'm delighted with every little detail, practically bouncing like a small child in the comfortable leather seat. Christian has finally let me drive my car. He regards me coolly, though his eyes are alight with humor. "You're quite excited about this, aren't you?" he murmurs, amused.
I nod, grinning like a fool. "Just smell that new car smell. This is even better than the Submissive Special... um, the A3," I add quickly, blushing.
Christian's mouth twists. "Submissive Special, eh? You have such a way with words, Miss Steele." He leans back with a faux look of disapproval, but he can't fool me. I know he's enjoying himself.
"Well, let's go." He waves his long-fingered hand toward the entrance of the garage.