Chapter 28: Are you going to cook for me or not?

Seated in the car, Emmy Saiger was fascinated by everything inside. She peered around, flipping switches and tracing the leather seams with her fingers. She'd only ever seen this Lamborghini in magazines and online; riding in one, wind on her face, was beyond anything she'd imagined. She glanced at Lewis Casson, brows knit, and muttered under her breath, "If that mysterious high-roller were the one taking me for a spin, that would be something." Her voice was soft, but Lewis caught every word....