Chapter 21: Jayden Meets His Green Goddess
Jayden didn't give a single damn about dealership etiquette, sales protocols, or whatever unspoken rulebook these people secretly worshipped. Smile. Nod. Ask questions you already know the answer to. Act like you don't belong but are trying hard to.
Nah. Fuck that.
He wasn't here to pretend he was some polite, humble little boy who lucked his way into money. He was money. Power. Proof. This place should be thanking him for the honor of his presence.
The consultant kept that fake-ass smile on as he turned and motioned Jayden to follow. "Right this way, sir."
Jayden moved like a shadow—quiet, cocky, slow on purpose. He didn't walk. He glided like he owned this bitch and just came to pick up his prize.
They stopped in front of a separate section of the showroom—cleaner, quieter, more expensive. Five cars lined up like models at a damn pageant, each one a mechanical beast with its own seductive personality. Sleek whites, murdered-out blacks, metallic reds so deep they looked like they bled. Each one whispered, Pick me. I'm danger in leather.
But then... her.
Jayden's eyes locked on the green monster at the far end.
Porsche 918 Spyder.
Lime venom, pure power, and sex on wheels. The reason he walked through those doors in the first place.
He didn't rush. He strolled closer like she was a wild thing that might run. One hand came out, fingers brushing along the curves of the hood like he was touching something sacred.