“Congratulations to me,” Faith toasted the empty room. Yes, she had achieved tenure faster than any other professor in the University's history. But at the moment her accomplishment seemed hollow. She was restless, feeling more than a little confined… and very horny. It had been over a year since she had known the pleasure of a man's body.
Faith's thoughts were derailed by the dull thud of a stereo's bass drawing near. She swore that if she looked closely enough at the half-empty wine glass on the table before her, she could see it vibrate.
Curious, she rose and crossed the living room to peer out of the bullet-proof windows. They were not her idea but merely a concession of safety to her brother Justus.
Sitting in her driveway was a shiny new Ferrari topped by an enormous red bow. Faith's curiosity was piqued and she unlocked her front door and traveled the ten feet to where the car sat parked.
The handsome young driver nodded enthusiastically before killing the engine and bounding from the low, sleek vehicle. The resulting cacophony of sound that exploded into the air when the car door opened made Faith flinch. He reached back into the car and lowered the music a bit. Even with the volume lowered, Faith was unable to decipher more than the continual phrase “Back that thing up!”
Faith raised a brow, eloquently communicating her message to the young man.
“Sorry!” he yelled over the din before silencing the music.
The sudden quiet was unnerving. As was the young driver's slow, thorough examination. With a start, Faith realized that she was still clad in the abbreviated little form-fitting sheath she had worn to her family's celebration of her status as a newly tenured professor.
“Is there something I can do for you?”
The young man gave Faith a sidelong glance, as if assessing the prudence of responding as he desired to her question. “Yeah,” he pulled a folded sheet of paper from the back pocket of his rather well-fitting black jeans. “Are you Faith Ward?”
“Yes.”
He indicated the Ferrari with a flourish. “Congratulations.”
“Congratulations?” Faith raised a skeptical eyebrow. She doubted that such a gift would be Justus' doing. He already chided her on her daring nature. To present her with a car capable of extremely high speeds was definitely not something her cautious little brother would do.
The young man consulted the folded sheet once more. “Yeah…uh, congratulations from your loving grandfather.” He gave Faith an envious smile. “Old man must really be proud of you. That is one sweet gift.”
“Take it back.”
Faith's dry, no-nonsense tone did not escape the man. “O-kay,” he shrugged, unwilling to argue with the beauty's decision but unable to refrain from comment. “But you should at least let me show you what you'll be giving up.”
Faith gave the young man a slow smile. “Are you offering to give me the ride of my life?”
His eyes widened briefly as he understood the subtext of her words. “I don't know. You're looking at an awful lotta power in one package.” The young man gave Faith a sly glance, “You sure you're ready?”
“Why don't you find out for yourself?” She turned and sauntered back up the walk, well aware that the handsome young man's eyes were riveted upon the gentle sway of her hips.
The question of whether her veiled invitation was accepted was answered for Faith as soon as she stepped across the threshold. Strong arms jerked her back against a body so muscled that the air flew from her lungs in a noisy rush.
“Tell me something,” he growled in her ear. “Can you handle stick?” He thrust his substantial endowment against Faith's shapely backside.
Faith gave a strangled groan and simply ground against him in response.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered in her ear. Almost roughly the young driver began to undress Faith, even as he dragged her down onto the plush carpet.
“My name is Giovanni, by the way… And I'll be doing the driving.”
