Sasha grinned when she saw him pull up and heard his voice. She shouldered her purse and jogged on over to the car, glad to be rid of those confining boots they had given to her to wear for the shoot. They were ugly anyway, or was Sasha just annoyed at them so much that she was starting to take it out on their clothing?
In one swift motion, she had pulled open the door and slipped into the car with a sigh. One glance at him had her smiling again. "Thank you, kind sir," she said and leaned over to kiss him. And then paused to asked, "Where's Shay?"