Chapter 93: At the Museum

As they walked out of the hotel, a vintage convertible Porsche Carrera, top back, was parked directly in front of the sliding doors. Vivian waited, not realizing that Everett was walking right to the passenger side door of the Porsche.

“Okay, wait a moment, now I see why you wanted to drive,” she laughed, Everett holding the passenger side door open for her.

“Never one to miss a moment to spice things up,” Everett joked.

“You don’t feel this is too flashy to arrive in at the museum?”

“No, not considering I told them I was a reclusive billionaire bringing my archeologist girlfriend to see the rarest of findings in the last year.”

“Oh, c’mon, is that really what you told them?” Everett smiled. “I don’t even want to know what they said. Let’s just go,” Vivian conceded, sliding into the warm, soft leather of the seat.