*****THE DRIVE**** "Nice perfume," I blurted, mentally face palming myself. His lips twirled into a practiced smirk. Who are I kidding? Of course, he was used to compliments. "Make love to me," he said, abruptly. And then, putting his glass of wine on the table, he edged closer, sealing the few inches that separated us. I leapt off my seat. "What?" His grin multiplied. He stood up, edging closer, and said, "Ava, make love to me -All Rights Reserved