He didn't answer right away, simply led her through the boutique's doors. Outside, the sun was dipping low. A black Range Rover Sport gleamed in the soft evening light. Parked at the curb, it purred softly.
Alex paused beside her, casually placing his palm on the small of her back.
"Well," he began, "since you got back from Paris, you've been taking taxis." He turned to her, his eyes gleaming with intent. "You are my mistress, Eva… luxury needs to become you."
With a sweep of his hand, Fred approached, carrying a new key fob. "here," he said with a slight bow, holding it out.
Eva was momentarily stunned. "You got me a car?" she asked.
"Yes," Alex said simply, watching her closely.
She hesitated, her hand hovering before she finally accepted the keys. "Uh… thank you." Her smile was hesitant. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but you really didn't have to."
He tilted his head, slightly annoyed. "Why not?"
