I hadn't really been in a position to appreciate the car the first two times I'd been in it, but right then was another story.
"I get to ride shotgun?" I asked, wondering why I wasn't in the back seat again.
Raphael waited for me to pull my legs in and shut the door. He joined me soon afterwards, shrugging.
"You're conscious, as far as I can tell, and in no state of undress. You could always move back if you want."
I ran my hands along the immaculate dashboard, shaking my head.
He pushed the ignition and the engine sang to life, purring as the car moved to glide effortlessly on the road.
"Where's the donuts?" he asked, his face expressionless.
"I gave them to Bea." I replied, "Why, did you change your mind about them?"
"No," he smirked, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't bring any food in here."
"This is a twelve cylinder, isn't it? Four wheel drive?"
He looked at me, just a hint of surprise playing on his features.
"You like cars?"
"Got it from my dad. It was one of his many interests."
The others included booze, gambling and beating people to within an inch of their life. Ah, good times.
"I'll admit I like a nice sportscar but I never really understood the obsessions. In the end it's nothing but a piece of metal on wheels."
His car was far from a piece of metal on wheels, let me tell you.
"Most regular folks' cars, maybe, but this happens to be a work of art." I chuckled, looking at the rearing steed embroidered onto the headrests.
"Oh, believe me, I've seen works of art..." his gaze lingered on me before he turned back to the road, "These are more like status symbols."
I felt like I was blushing profusely and quickly looked out the window beside me, watching the road fly by. Why I was so volatile around Sutton? The only thing that aggravated me more than him was my state around him.
"Then why don't you just buy a regular car?" I asked finally, knowing full well that my face was back to its intended colour.
"I had one," he replied, "But then I got this as a birthday present. I figured it would be rude not to use it."
My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"I wish I had friends that would get me those kinds of presents."
Sutton turned and studied me, a hint of solemnity edging into his voice.
"Believe me, you don't." he paused before continuing, "Especially when they expect you to return the favour."
I laughed, getting myself a semi-glare.
"You're pretty cheap for a rich person."
"Throwing money around gets boring. For me, at least."
I stared at him, wondering if he was out of his mind.
"I wish I had your problems! Other than the attitude one, I mean."
Sutton shot me another half-hearted glare, a smile playing on his lips.
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I think you share that problem."
I punched him in the shoulder, getting a laugh out of him. My heart raced.
Thankfully we pulled up outside my apartment and I could hide my face as Raphael got out of the car, straightening up as soon as he opened the door and walking out.
I turned to see that he was leaning on the roof of his car on his elbows, moving to make a shooing gesture.
I showed him the finger instead, and he smiled.
As much as I wanted to continue to watch- I mean, taunt him I just turned and went into the lobby, counting to ten before turning and watching his car speed off.
"Hot boyfriend." the secretary commented, making me fume.
I got into the elevator and waited as it jerked me up to my floor, shutting my eyes tightly.
His laugh had to have been really messed up to screw with my head like that.