His red hair swiped back, Charlie leaned on his racecar, his blue eyes always followed you. "Hey pretty. You're gonna make me have a bloodrush on my other head." The tall man laughed at his own lewd joke.

You loved being a Ferrari manager but Charles was an annoyingly charming client. He always had a smug undertone, he looked his best zipping up his suit with his muscles rippling under. "Book me a hotel with a damn jacuzzi this time."