whisper.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and gently kisses my neck. "Yes, it is."
I turn around to look at him. He looks back at me with the utmost affection. I am pretty sure he feels it, too. This eerie closeness. The unexplainable feeling of having known each other for years, when it has just been a few hours. It is wonderfully confusing.
And I take that feeling home. He is sitting next to me on the back seat as Frank is driving us. And he does something, I never would have dared to do by myself. He takes my hand and doesn't let go of it the entire drive.
I cast him a confused but happy smile as he does it, but he looks away, obviously trying to avoid eye contact with me.
"Thank you for tonight," I say as we arrive in front of my house. It is not even midnight when we arrive, a lot earlier than I would have thought.
"Thank you," he says, now looking at me with expectant face. He reaches inside his jacket and produces a little card that he hands over to me. It is the size of a business card, but there is nothing written on it except for a cell phone number. No name, no company or any affiliation.
"My private number," he explains. "You can reach me there. Any time."
I look at him, somewhat intimidated. "Okay."
His private number. I am pretty sure he does not give this one out to anybody. His trust is humbling.
"I am looking forward to hearing from you." He adds.
I nod. "Yes, sure. Thank you. Really."
He nods, accompanied by the most handsome smile known to human kind. This man...
I say good bye to Frank and leave the car rather hastily. Not because I feel the urge to get away from him - on the contrary - but rather, because I am scared of saying yes. It has been on the tip of my tongue for the entire evening, especially while we were soaking in the giant bath tub. And I just cannot say yes, yet. I need to think. To gather my thoughts, be smart, be rational.
Liz is still up when I enter the apartment. She comes out of her room as soon as she hears me close the door.
"Uuh!" She exclaims as she sees me. "My, my. Where have you been, looking so fancy? I haven't seen you wear that dress in ages!"
I smile sheepishly. "Out."
I am annoyed at myself for not thinking about what I would tell her. If I would tell her anything. Liz has been one of my closest friends for years and I know her to be quite liberal - maybe even more than me - and pragmatic. If there was anybody, I could tell about what had happened today, it would be her. I assume.
"Out?" She presses. "Where? With whom?"
I get rid of my scarf and stroll to the kitchen. "Do we have some wine left?"
Liz follows me and cocks her head. "Yes. Why?"
"I need some."
"You're making me curious," Liz says, grinning from one ear to the other while she places herself at the table. "Give me a glass, too."
I pour us two small glasses of what is left of our white wine and join her at the table.
"Okay," I begin. "This needs to stay between us."
Her eyes widen in anticipation. "Yes, sure!"
"I was out with Mr. Jones. Nathan Jones," I finally dare to say. "He invited me for... a drink. And a little more."
Her jaw drops. "What? No way!"
I take a sip of my wine and nod. "Yes."
"So, wait," she follows up, visibly excited. "Don't tell me you slept with him?"
I feel my cheeks blush as I opt for another sheepish smile. "Yes, I did. And it was fucking amazing."
"Girl!" Liz yells, raising her hand for a high five.
I raise my left eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Oh come on, if guys can do it, why not us?" She asks. "You slept with a freaking billionaire! A hot one, I might add."
She has a point there. I give her a high five and immediately return to my slightly embarrassed demeanor afterwards.
"So, will you see him again?" She presses. "Does he want to date you - or what?"
I shrug. "It's not that simple, actually."
"How's that?"
I look at her. And as I look into Liz's curious and somewhat naive eyes, I suddenly make up my mind. I will say yes. I have known all
He wraps his arms around me from behind and gently kisses my neck. "Yes, it is."
I turn around to look at him. He looks back at me with the utmost affection. I am pretty sure he feels it, too. This eerie closeness. The unexplainable feeling of having known each other for years, when it has just been a few hours. It is wonderfully confusing.
And I take that feeling home. He is sitting next to me on the back seat as Frank is driving us. And he does something, I never would have dared to do by myself. He takes my hand and doesn't let go of it the entire drive.
I cast him a confused but happy smile as he does it, but he looks away, obviously trying to avoid eye contact with me.
"Thank you for tonight," I say as we arrive in front of my house. It is not even midnight when we arrive, a lot earlier than I would have thought.
"Thank you," he says, now looking at me with expectant face. He reaches inside his jacket and produces a little card that he hands over to me. It is the size of a business card, but there is nothing written on it except for a cell phone number. No name, no company or any affiliation.
"My private number," he explains. "You can reach me there. Any time."
I look at him, somewhat intimidated. "Okay."
His private number. I am pretty sure he does not give this one out to anybody. His trust is humbling.
"I am looking forward to hearing from you." He adds.
I nod. "Yes, sure. Thank you. Really."
He nods, accompanied by the most handsome smile known to human kind. This man...
I say good bye to Frank and leave the car rather hastily. Not because I feel the urge to get away from him - on the contrary - but rather, because I am scared of saying yes. It has been on the tip of my tongue for the entire evening, especially while we were soaking in the giant bath tub. And I just cannot say yes, yet. I need to think. To gather my thoughts, be smart, be rational.
Liz is still up when I enter the apartment. She comes out of her room as soon as she hears me close the door.
"Uuh!" She exclaims as she sees me. "My, my. Where have you been, looking so fancy? I haven't seen you wear that dress in ages!"
I smile sheepishly. "Out."
I am annoyed at myself for not thinking about what I would tell her. If I would tell her anything. Liz has been one of my closest friends for years and I know her to be quite liberal - maybe even more than me - and pragmatic. If there was anybody, I could tell about what had happened today, it would be her. I assume.
"Out?" She presses. "Where? With whom?"
I get rid of my scarf and stroll to the kitchen. "Do we have some wine left?"
Liz follows me and cocks her head. "Yes. Why?"
"I need some."
"You're making me curious," Liz says, grinning from one ear to the other while she places herself at the table. "Give me a glass, too."
I pour us two small glasses of what is left of our white wine and join her at the table.
"Okay," I begin. "This needs to stay between us."
Her eyes widen in anticipation. "Yes, sure!"
"I was out with Mr. Jones. Nathan Jones," I finally dare to say. "He invited me for... a drink. And a little more."
Her jaw drops. "What? No way!"
I take a sip of my wine and nod. "Yes."
"So, wait," she follows up, visibly excited. "Don't tell me you slept with him?"
I feel my cheeks blush as I opt for another sheepish smile. "Yes, I did. And it was fucking amazing."
"Girl!" Liz yells, raising her hand for a high five.
I raise my left eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Oh come on, if guys can do it, why not us?" She asks. "You slept with a freaking billionaire! A hot one, I might add."
She has a point there. I give her a high five and immediately return to my slightly embarrassed demeanor afterwards.
"So, will you see him again?" She presses. "Does he want to date you - or what?"
I shrug. "It's not that simple, actually."
"How's that?"
I look at her. And as I look into Liz's curious and somewhat naive eyes, I suddenly make up my mind. I will say yes. I have known all
Similar Books
