Raphael's home

He took my hand, stood, and without sparing any glance to the other occupants on the table, announced, 'we are leaving'. 'You can't leave now! The auction has just begun. What will the media think? Jacob- 'Diana is in the middle of profanity when we left the ballroom. Raphael didn't take me to any other room, but straight to the parking garage which was thankfully away from the prying eyes of the media. He selected a Bugatti la Voiture Noire (the most expensive one) from a handful of cars (I don't know the names of half of them, only that they would be freaking expensive) and opened the door saying, 'get in'. Ok. Not. 'One, I'm not a dog to follow your orders, and two, where are you taking me? I just clarified I'm not ready for any of your hanky-panky', I said with my cheeks blazing probably a nice shade of red from my blushing. 'You amaze me, Erica. Hanky-Panky? Even after what we have done, this air of innocence clunks to you which never bores me' 'Oh shush. Flatter