Chapitre 429: Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty Nine

“This bothers you?” he asked. Most women of his acquaintance would find a car a very appropriate birthday gift.

Her pansy eyes focused back on him. “No. Not really. Well, except that I don’t drive, but that’s not the point. It’s just that I think he’s trying to make up for something.”

“Perhaps he regrets spending so little time with you through your formative years.” Dash said.

Her soft, feminine laughter affected his libido in a most unexpected way.

“He had the housekeeper take me out to dinner for my birthday after having the Porsche delivered by the dealership.” She said said.

“He bought you a Porsche?” That was hardly a suitable gift for a young woman who did not even know how to drive. She could kill herself her first time behind the wheel with such a powerful car. He would have to speak to Patchett about making sure she had received proper driving instruction before she was allowed onto the roads alone. Though why he suddenly cared so much he didn't know.