Why is he treating me differently? She had felt special because of the drinks but now she felt disappointed, he didn’t touch her. It was confusing. He stepped towards a car parked directly in front of the building. It was black, sleek and sexy, a Bentley if she wasn’t mistaken. A man appeared and opened the back door to the vehicle. Again Sir motioned to her to get in by a sweep of his arm and again he avoided touching her. She climbed in and, as gracefully as possible, she slid across the black leather seat to the far side so Sir could follow her. She put on her seatbelt and held her purse and jacket on her lap. The man who had opened the door, she now realised was the driver, shut the door behind them. Sir leant forward and pulled something from the back pocket of the seat in front of him. Being dark in the car now, as the interior light had faded, she couldn’t make out what it was in his hands. City lights were all around them and headlights of the cars passing by on the busy city street filtered in through the dark tinted windows. His head was turned towards her, watching her, and when she looked upon his face she decided that, in this light, he looked menacing. Again though, she wasn’t the slightest bit scared. In fact, she felt like this was where she belonged. Well that’s weird.
