~ Niamh ~
I adjusted the cream-colored fabric of my dress, feeling the soft silk cling to my hips as the Ferrari purred beneath us.
"I didn't actually plan for this to be a date, you know," I muttered, looking at my reflection in the side mirror. "I barely even look good enough for a morning drive."
Cristiano shifted gears, the car letting out a throaty growl, then glanced at me, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
"Sweetheart, you look like a dream someone would be lucky to wake up to," he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, captivating register. "You don't have to try. You just are."
I felt the heat climb up my neck, a deep blush staining my cheeks. I turned toward the window, biting my lip to hide a smile.
God, he has a way with lines!
It wasn't like Massimo's intensity, which felt like being pinned against a wall; Cristiano's charm was like a warm current, pulling you in before you realized you were drifting.
