When Charley Atwell asks if you want to come for a ride in her Mini, the smart thing to do is say yes without asking too many questions. She slides into the driver's seat in a tight pink top that leaves very little to the imagination and denim cut-offs so short they barely qualify as clothing, flashes that dazzling smile, and gives you a look that tells you this is going to be a very different kind of road trip. The interior of the little car becomes the most intimate space in the world as she kneels on the seat, dark hair tumbling forward, making every inch of her impossible to ignore.
It turns out what Charley meant by a ride was something considerably more exciting than a lap around the block. With the trees rolling past the windows and the afternoon sun flooding in, she peels off the pink top and wriggles free of those barely-there shorts until she is entirely, delightfully bare in the front seat of her beloved Mini. Naughty? Absolutely. Worth every second of the journey? Without question.