Chương 8: Chapter 8 Whisk Me Away, Mr. Grey.

I pull open the car door, sliding into the smooth dark leather seats. The smell of musk and soap instantly hit me and I turn, giving him a small smile.

"Hey," I say, realizing how insanely hot he looks right now. Whilst I look... not.

I'm still in a baggy shirt with no bra and shorts. I had some time to brush out my hair but it's still damp and beginning to dry wavy. On the other hand... Tobias looks insane.

He's wearing a dark black shirt that clings to to the top of his arms as he clutches loosely onto the steering wheel. A silver watch is wrapped around his wrist, a small amount of skin showing from where his sleeve is lifting up. Underneath he wears black jeans, ripped at the knee and a black leather jacket is flung over the back seat. I glance at his dark hair that is swiftly combed back, still a little messy at the front.

Why is he so dressed up at nine in the evening?