“My Mercedes?” It took a concerted effort to get out those two strangled words. Hunter’s grin was slow and languid, and I felt like a rabbit stalked by a wolf once more. “Yours, baby girl. And you’d better get used to it, because we’re about to buy you the damned world.” But… but… “I can work and buy stuff,” I spluttered. “I need to earn my own money.”
Seriously, how hard is it to make a girl happy? 😉
