They were frantically kissing against the edge of the wooden table while her hands reached for the buttons of her uniform blouse. She pulled it open exposing her tan skin but the sudden movent caused Alexander’s wrist to twist bringing the glowing blue face of the Rolex right into his line of sight.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw the ti "Shit I am so sorry, I really have to go to work right now!" said Alexander while gently pushing her away with trembling hands "But when I get back I swear I am so sorry!"
The woman stood there with her blouse half-open and her chest heaving as she glared at him with absolute disbelief "You light the fire and then you just walk away so you are a piece of trash master" said the woman while crossing her arms over her chest.
"Forgive and forgive since I will make it up to you I swear it!" said Alexander.
He grabbed his phone to snag the luxury car keys from the dresser and practically burst out of the room. He ran down the long carpeted hallway toward the elevators with a heart hamring against his ribs because he had less than forty minutes to reach the new coordinates. He hit the button for the underground basent and waited for the tal box to drop.
When the doors slid open on level P5 Alexander jogged through the concrete pillars until he found parking space number five. He was expecting so roaring low-profile supercar like a Lamborghini or a Ferrari but instead he found a clean sophisticated black sedan which was an Audi A3 sedan with a 1.8-liter engine and a sleek black leather interior. It was nice elegant and surprisingly familiar.
He pressed the unlock button to step inside and slled the fresh leather but the mont his right hand reached for the center console his entire body went completely stiff. Erging from the floor was a leather-wrapped shift knob with a grid diagram on top and down by his feet were three distinct tal pedals since it was a manual transmission.
Alexander stared at the clutch pedal in absolute horror because he barely even knew how to drive an automatic let alone a standard shift car "You have got to be kidding so damn it!" said Alexander while slamming his hands against the steering wheel "If I scratch this thing they are going to take my entire paycheck!"
He took a deep breath to press the clutch pedal down to the floor and pushed the start button making the engine purr to life instantly. He carefully jamd the shifter into what he hoped was first gear to slowly ease his foot off the pedal and gave it so gas but the Audi gave a violent neck-snapping lurch forward before the engine died with a loud tallic thud "Okay okay so more gas and less clutch" Alexander muttered to himself while turning the engine back on.
He tried again and this ti the car hopped forward three tis like a panicked frog before finally catching so montum. He managed to steer it out of the garage and up the concrete ramp but the real nightmare began the mont he hit the busy public streets.
He ca to a halt at a major intersection right in front of a crowded bus stop where a group of college girls from his campus were waiting.
Alexander tried to look smooth leaning his elbow against the window fra and resting his hand on the steering wheel to show off the blue Rolex.
The traffic light turned green so Alexander panicked and dumped the clutch too fast making the Audi violently buck twice before the engine stalled completely as the tires screeched in place. The girls at the bus stop burst out laughing while pointing at the expensive black car that was now dead in the middle of the road "Nice car pretty boy so maybe you should try walking!" shouted one of the girls.
Alexander’s face turned a deep burning red as he frantically turned the key to pump the pedals and started the engine while a line of angry drivers behind him began slamming on their horns in a deafening chorus "Shut up, I’m trying!" Alexander scread at the windshield while grinding the gears into second with a sickening crunch.
The car lurched forward again jerking violently down the avenue like a chanical bull while Alexander gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles since he was sweating through his expensive designer shirt before he had even reached the mission.
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