Falling for my boss ✔️

Chapter 24 - The first date

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  Sara's POV

My mouth dropped open as Michael stopped by a black Lamborghini.

When we had left this god-forsaken building, the building I would never have to set foot in, I had immediately scanned the cars as he led me down the tight, dark street. The more he walked towards the shiny, black car, the more I grew speechless.

I didn't think it would really be his, I had really searched for his BMW and not a freaking Lamborghini!

He unlocked it and opened the door for me. Michael stood proudly next to it, tall, confident, as expensive looking as the car was with Italian handmade shoes, the Burberry scarf, the Ralph Lauren long black coat, and the suit was just the outfit I always saw him in.

Michael's shoulders were broad enough that he didn't need shoulder pads. Jess had told me that all of his suits were especially made for him, and I could see why. If you compared his broad chest to his waist, it would be hard to buy a fitting jacket in stores. Also, his legs were strong and from what I had seen, quite muscular. How much did he invest for such a business outfit?

"After you", he smiled.

I was frozen in place, my mouth still wide open.

"It's my fastest car", he defended himself, pushing me towards the leather seat. "I'll show you, lean back and listened to the engine", he grinned proudly. 

"A Lamborghini!", I repeated in disbelieve. 

"I told you I have three cars. My Lambo, my Ferrari and my BMW", he kissed my cheek as I didn't move. "Come on. The ice-skating place is only open until 12 am."

I glanced at my watch. It was half past 7.

"We have plenty of time!", I pointed out. 

"Time I want to spend with you properly!", he softly shoved me to his car. "Come on now."

I buckled up and shifted in my comfortable seat. I glanced around. This was a first for me; sitting in a Lambo! Dad would be so jealous right now, or his car geek would come out and he would notice things I didn't know about. I hesitantly wanted to touch the doors, headboard and such, when Michael took my hand and adamantly put them onto the interior of the car. "It won't break", he laughed. "Nor am I the 'look but don't touch' kinda guy. I paid big money for this and I want it to be used to its fullest."

Fair point. Why buy it but don't use it?

The engine started loudly and proudly, and a big grin filled Michael's face. "You are such a typical man!", I laughed as he fondly stroke the wheel. 

"Well, I do love cars and women", he grinned at me. "Actually, I like a woman." I looked at my feet with red cheeks. He was so damn smooth!

Michael started driving and I relaxed instantly as he switched on the radio. Pop songs filled the expensive car and soon I hummed along, while in awe at how smooth the car was. Michael noticed I followed everything with interest and asked out of the blue: "Do you want to drive it?" 

"I'm not familiar with the American traffic." 

"It's time you learn then", he steered the car to the right and unbuckled. "Let's switch seats." 

"You are crazy", I said, yet I unbuckled my belt.

I nervously traced the wheel, readjusted the seat and put on my seatbelt. Michael patiently sat beside me, quickly readjusted his seat and watched me.