Oh now that was a car that could make a girl wet. Marcella let out a breath of desire. "Oh, look at you..." Why would anyone take an uber over this beauty? She reached out to run her fingertips over the curve of the trunk, feeling almost like it was too much and she shouldn't touch. Now this was a step up from Gisborne's dull old patrol car.
She bit her lip and looked back at Malcolm, feeling a little flustered. "This is yours?"