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Ch7 ......... J

As we leave the residency, Ryan invites me to follow him up to an elegant car parked along the sidewalk.

Radiant, the Aston Martin Vanquish Carbon attracts the envious looks of passers-by.

T:"Very nice."

Being a gentleman, he opens the passenger door, inviting me to step inside.

R:"If you would be so willing ..."

He addresses me with one of his irresistable smiles to which my heart melts almost every time.

I hold my little rucksack against my chest and sit my butt down on the luxurious leather seat. I'm almost afraid of damaging it.

Whilst he goes around to the driver's side, I admire the interior.

(It's beautiful!)

The space is pure, minutely studied, approaching perfection. The suppleness of the leather mingled with the coldness of the metal.

Aston Martin's are dream cars and I'm discovering why.

For that matter, I've always wondered how someone could put the price of a house into a car. (The ones who can afford to do that!?)
Now I'm discovering why.

R:"You can slide it at the back."

His voice drags me out of my thoughts. He points to my rucksack which, even if I love it, looks a sorry sight next to all this luxury!

T:"Oh okay."

I pivot my chest around and place my rucksack on the narrow back seat. My arm brushes against his shoulder, our eyes meet and, for a quarter of a second, something happens.

(It isn't just lust ...)

It's more than that.

It's kinda cliché but being in this indomitable car, with a man as sexy as Ryan, makes me ... feverish.

I wonder whether there's anything in him that doesn't titillate me.

And yet, I've always hated all the James Bond type of guys ... The "He has the car he's gonna get the gall", kinda lad, is not for me!

But Ryan is just... MASCULINITY incarnated. Stunning, powerful, irresistible.

And the Aston Martin coupled with him takes on a whole new meaning. It suits his character very well: elegant, uncontrollable and intimidating.

Together they're an explosive mixture.

He reaches out to press a button on the dashboard and grazes my thigh.

R:"Hang on tight."

At the same time, the engine roars! Wild vibrations runs through the entire interior I the car, right down to my legs.

(Wow!)

T:"Wow, I love the sound of it!"

R:"Exhilarating, isn't it?"

A broad smile animates his face as he accelerates.

I laugh to myself. Here's something else that Ryan handles like an expert. He slips in and out between the cars with disconcerting fluidity, in spite of the speed.

I settle down in my seat and try to relax and simply enjoy the moment.

I feel he's looking at me out of the corner of his eye. No doubt he's watching for my reaction.

I glance at the dashboard; I want to put some music on.

It's a habit with me. I always want to put music on when I'm cruising in a car ...

T:"Can you put some music on?"

R:"Of course."

He presses a button and music quickly fills the inside of the car. Not surprisingly, the quality of the sound is excellent.

As I hear the first notes, a broad smile stretches across my lips.

T:"No, seriously?"

He glances at me, surprised.

T:"I don't know ... I thought you listened to things like Mozart or Rachmaninov."

He arches an eyebrow at me, titling his head a little forward. My mind prevents my little heart from throwing itself at his feet!

R:"Oh, and why?"

(Probably because of its extravaganza and it's majestic characteristics ... A bit like you ...)

I shrug my shoulders innocently.

Suddenly, I decided to turn the volume up without asking, and I start singing, tapping the rhythm on my thighs.

Ryan seems quite disconcerted.

(He's surprised.)

Obviously, he didn't know I could be like that ...

He's probably not used to it, But he's gonna have to. I'm not one of his chic bimbos, with the looks of a Madonna.

Ryan, let me introduce you to Tayla and all her facets, including that of sometimes acting like an overexcited school kid.

T:"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more no more!"

This time I stare at him, my eyes full of silliness. I hadn't even noticed that we'd left the main arteries of the city.

In front of his astonished air, I carry on, singing this time at the top of my voice

T:"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more. What you say?"

T:"Oh come on, loosen up Ry!! We're in Aston Martin for God's sake and we're listening to Ray Charles!!!"

He smiles and then starts to tap on the steering wheel, beating his hand to the rhythm of the music and shaking his head.

He gives me a hilarious crooner look.

R:"What you say?"

T:"Hit the road Jack!"

I burst out laughing. A feeling of exhilarating freedom takes hold of me. I continue to sway on my seat, rolling my shoulders.

(I feel good with him.)

Despite the simplicity of the moment, something happens when we're together.

Quickly, the ocean appears before us. We're driving at full speed on the road that stretches along the sand

You don't really think so much about this kind of place when you imagine New York, yet the city can boast about having beautiful beaches!

My voice slowly dies down before the fantastic view and I resume my seriousness.

He gives a sudden but precise haul on the wheel and parks on the side.

I'm almost angry at him for parallel parking so easily.

Ryan is sexy even when he's parking ... I think I could follow this guy anywhere he likes, so much he's bewitched me.

I chuckle to myself.

R:"What?"

T:"No. Nothing."

(You're just irresistible ...)