Instead, they made the journey in Melissa's white Bentley.

Seated in the front passenger seat, Marcus looked around at the pink interior decor of the car. Then he said suddenly, “Every time I see you drive this car, it reminds me the way you're wearing my shirt after we made love, making me want to..."

He deliberately left the sentence unfinished.

Melissa held the steering wheel tightly and shook her head exasperatedly. "I didn't know that you have such a fantasy," she murmured.

Marcus leaned back on the seat and said with a shrug, "There's a lot you don't know. As a man, it's normal for me to fantasize about such things."