When Trouble Walks In, Looking Expensive as Hell

Tessa shut the Bugatti's door with a smirk, fingers still curled around the wheel like it was already hers. "Yeah, no. I'm not going back in the Rover."

Atalanta, lounging in her Porsche's driver's seat, let out a soft chuckle. "Obviously not. Why would we? We just got these." She patted the dashboard like it was a damn throne.

Parker, arms crossed, raised a brow. "You two acting like the Range Rover's a public bus."

Tessa made a face. "If the choice is this or the Range Rover, then yeah, might as well be." She flicked the key with so much enthusiasm that one might have thought she's driving a Buggati for the first time in her life.

Atalanta nodded. "Exactly. We're not leaving these cars behind just to ride home in an SUV like peasants."

Parker let out a slow sigh but couldn't argue. Honestly, he would've done the same.

Tessa grinned, stepping out of her Bugatti briefly. "You know what would make this even better?"