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looker and has 550 horses to boot," I say with a little grin. I get in the front seat and push the key in the ignition so I can hear my Shelby's engine purr.
Trent slides into the black leather passenger seat and just looks at me with a pleasant smirk while shaking his head. "You are just full of surprises, Ellie."
"So I'm taking it that you like my Shelby girl?" I ask as I slowly pull out of the hospital parking lot. I can't ignore the fact that he just called me Ellie, but I honestly like it too much to correct him.
"I more than like this car. I fucking love this car. I hope one day I can take this car for a test drive."
"If you're a good boy, I might let you take her for a spin someday." I glance over at Trent before turning left onto Main Street and head towards the bar.
I can't even believe the words that are just flowing out of my mouth. I never let anyone drive my baby. Amy begs me on a daily basis to take this car for a drive and I always say no without hesitation. Trent seems to have a secret key to my brain or something. He seems to unleash a side of myself I didn't even know was there. I've known this guy for a hot second, and in this short span of time, I've already dry humped him in a supply room and given him hope that he can drive my Mustang.
If he is managing to unleash a hidden part of my mind, what will he do with my vagina?
"A sexy girl like you is driving around a badass Mustang. This should be illegal."
I make eye contact with Trent in the passenger seat and let out a girlish giggle. This man just oozes sex. I decide now is the best time to hook up my iPod and turn on the stereo in hopes that music will distract me from pulling over and showing Trent just what his unadulterated sex appeal does to my now very horny snatch.
You will not dry hump the surgeon again. You will not dry hump the surgeon again.
I keep repeating this silent mantra in my head.
Since it's almost ten o'clock on a Sunday evening, most of downtown Charlotte's streets are empty. I pull up to a stoplight and notice a young kid, probably eighteen or nineteen, revving his older Camaro's engine and looking over at my tinted windows.
He gestures for me to roll down the passenger window. This kid is kind of adorable, with his shaggy blond hair and dimpled grin. Trent just looks over at me with an entertained expression. I bet he can already figure out that this is a common occurrence when you're driving around in this car. Young guys love to race, and I'm not going to lie, I indulge their competitiveness frequently.
Once the window is down, the kid looks into the car and seems a little shocked. I'm guessing it's because a woman is actually driving. This is also a common occurrence, one that I get a huge kick out of. Trent just sits back comfortably with his arm resting on the outside of the door, his fingers tapping to the beat of the The Rolling Stones playing on my iPod, and of course, he's still managing to look sexy as hell.
"Can you handle this car, little lady?" The kid bellows over to me before nodding his head towards the road.
Little lady? Is he for real?
"I'm not sure. How bad do you want to find out?"
"When the light turns green, I'll race you to the next light. It's about a mile from here. Think you can handle it?" he asks as he's revving his engine. His confidence is endearing, and I can't wait to give him a reality check.
The song switches over to Led Zepplin's Whole Lotta Love, the bass pumping through my speakers, vibrating deep in my chest.
Fucking perfect .
"Yeah I think I can handle it." I rev Shelby up a bit.
Green light.
I put Shelby in first gear, press the gas pedal to floor, and quickly release the heavy clutch.
After spinning the tires and leaving a little smoke, I switch to second gear so I can leave this little cocksucker in the dust. Shelby's horsepower pushes Trent and me back in our seats.
Damn, I love that feeling.
The initial rush of adrenaline that fills my veins, coursing throughout my
Trent slides into the black leather passenger seat and just looks at me with a pleasant smirk while shaking his head. "You are just full of surprises, Ellie."
"So I'm taking it that you like my Shelby girl?" I ask as I slowly pull out of the hospital parking lot. I can't ignore the fact that he just called me Ellie, but I honestly like it too much to correct him.
"I more than like this car. I fucking love this car. I hope one day I can take this car for a test drive."
"If you're a good boy, I might let you take her for a spin someday." I glance over at Trent before turning left onto Main Street and head towards the bar.
I can't even believe the words that are just flowing out of my mouth. I never let anyone drive my baby. Amy begs me on a daily basis to take this car for a drive and I always say no without hesitation. Trent seems to have a secret key to my brain or something. He seems to unleash a side of myself I didn't even know was there. I've known this guy for a hot second, and in this short span of time, I've already dry humped him in a supply room and given him hope that he can drive my Mustang.
If he is managing to unleash a hidden part of my mind, what will he do with my vagina?
"A sexy girl like you is driving around a badass Mustang. This should be illegal."
I make eye contact with Trent in the passenger seat and let out a girlish giggle. This man just oozes sex. I decide now is the best time to hook up my iPod and turn on the stereo in hopes that music will distract me from pulling over and showing Trent just what his unadulterated sex appeal does to my now very horny snatch.
You will not dry hump the surgeon again. You will not dry hump the surgeon again.
I keep repeating this silent mantra in my head.
Since it's almost ten o'clock on a Sunday evening, most of downtown Charlotte's streets are empty. I pull up to a stoplight and notice a young kid, probably eighteen or nineteen, revving his older Camaro's engine and looking over at my tinted windows.
He gestures for me to roll down the passenger window. This kid is kind of adorable, with his shaggy blond hair and dimpled grin. Trent just looks over at me with an entertained expression. I bet he can already figure out that this is a common occurrence when you're driving around in this car. Young guys love to race, and I'm not going to lie, I indulge their competitiveness frequently.
Once the window is down, the kid looks into the car and seems a little shocked. I'm guessing it's because a woman is actually driving. This is also a common occurrence, one that I get a huge kick out of. Trent just sits back comfortably with his arm resting on the outside of the door, his fingers tapping to the beat of the The Rolling Stones playing on my iPod, and of course, he's still managing to look sexy as hell.
"Can you handle this car, little lady?" The kid bellows over to me before nodding his head towards the road.
Little lady? Is he for real?
"I'm not sure. How bad do you want to find out?"
"When the light turns green, I'll race you to the next light. It's about a mile from here. Think you can handle it?" he asks as he's revving his engine. His confidence is endearing, and I can't wait to give him a reality check.
The song switches over to Led Zepplin's Whole Lotta Love, the bass pumping through my speakers, vibrating deep in my chest.
Fucking perfect .
"Yeah I think I can handle it." I rev Shelby up a bit.
Green light.
I put Shelby in first gear, press the gas pedal to floor, and quickly release the heavy clutch.
After spinning the tires and leaving a little smoke, I switch to second gear so I can leave this little cocksucker in the dust. Shelby's horsepower pushes Trent and me back in our seats.
Damn, I love that feeling.
The initial rush of adrenaline that fills my veins, coursing throughout my
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