Chapter 81 Viii

• Sasha
• There was no question as August pulled me into the tiny parking lot and toward a reserved space. I couldn't help but believe his appearance at the gallery had been planned in advance.
• The Ferrari was sleek, the ebony paint gleaming in the security lights, the 'blip blip' as the doors were unlocked creating quivers shifting down the backs of my legs. Getting into a car with a basic stranger wasn't in any woman's best interest. Devastatingly good looks and a checkbook to match didn't mean he wasn't a serial killer. My adventurous side wanted nothing more than to let go, allowing this secret encounter. My rational mind screamed to run far away.