C8 Whisk me away, Mr Grey

I pull open the car door, sliding into the smooth dark leather seats. The smell of musk and soap instantly hit me and I turn, giving him a small smile.

"Hey," I say, realising how insanely hot he looks right now. Whilst I look. . . not.

I'm dressed in a baggy shirt with no bra and shorts. I had time to brush out my hair but it's damp and beginning to dry wavy. On the other hand . .