Oh baby. Marcella slid into the driver's seat and gripped the wheel. The leather was so buttery soft, and she swore she could smell that new car smell. It took an adjustment to the seat, but she was ready to go, really feeling the power of it around her. She wanted to be naked in this car.
"I don't have anywhere in mind." What she really wanted was empty road, rolling hills, mountains on the horizon, but she wasn't about to get any of that in New York City. Just driving through traffic and feeling the envious looks of passers-by would have to be enough. Unless he was prepared to just let her drive? She looked at him, as if waiting for permission to start the car.