standing there looking at us with a big smile.
"Emily, don't you want to invite your friend in. So we could meet him?"
Fuck, bad timing. No Daddy, I don't want to invite him any deeper than he already is , I thought. If he knew what kind of friend Louis Bruel was, he wouldn't be inviting him in either.
"Yeah Daddy. We're coming right in."
I turned around to see a smiling Louis. I had no choice but to gesture for him to follow me in. My dad had his hand stretched out to shake Louis' hand.
"David Marcus, Emily's dad."
"Louis Bruel, Emily's … friend. Very nice to meet you, sir."
This was so awkward … I'd just told this magnificent man I didn't want to see him again and now he was meeting my dad. My Mom heard us talking and came running in from the kitchen.
"Oh Emmy, your date is here."
My Mom got her first good look at Louis Bruel and almost tripped over her own feet. She finally stopped power blinking and gave me that oh my God is he really your date look. She stretched out her hand to shake Louis' proffered hand. He cupped her hand with both of his and smoothly said, "Louis Bruel … it's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Marcus. Now I know who to thank for Emily's stunning eye color."
My mom was visibly melting and blushing. Another One Bites the Dust …
"Adele Marcus, how lovely to meet you, Louis." My mom turned her attention to me. She took in my outfit and almost fainted. "Emmy, don't you need to go upstairs and change for your date?" she said with a giggle, sounding embarrassed for me.
"No, Dr. Marcus, Emily is dressed perfectly for our date. I just didn't want to be late picking her up and meeting the both of you. I came straight from my morning meeting that ran late. I'm afraid I'm the one a bit overdressed for the movies." Louis was searching my eyes for some kind of silent acknowledgment.
"Okay then," my mom said, giving me a fake smile and added to Louis, "By the way, please call me Adele." Great, my mom loved him, too. Was there a woman out there who didn't fall in love with Mr. Wonderful?
I said goodbye to my parents and followed Louis outside to his car. He opened the passenger side door for me and I turned to look at him.
"Louis, you don't have to do this. I can just go to Sara's house for the evening. Thank you for being so nice to my parents."
"Get in the car Emily," he barked at me. "I don't know what happened in your head between last night and right now. All I know is that if you think I'm letting you go just like that, you really don't know me at all. Get in the car and we'll talk."
I got in the car trying to practice in my head what I needed to say to him without losing my confidence. He gave me a deadly look as he got in, shook his head from side to side, pressed the gas and the car flew.
"Louis where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice cracking a little and betraying my air of confidence. Even to my own ears I sounded like a scared little girl.
"We're going back to my house. I shouldn't have let you go home last night. We need to talk this out."
He wasn't looking at me. I could feel how angry he was. "Louis, there's nothing to talk about. I won't sleep with you. I know that's all you want. I'm not interested in being one of your conquests … please take me home," I said with tears threatening. He stopped the car in the middle of a busy Fifth Avenue intersection and looked at me like I'd just stuck a knife into his stomach.
"Emily, what did I do to make you feel this way? Did I pressure you last night in any way? Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel like you need to sleep with me … yesterday was a little intense. I just can't stop myself around you."
I could hear horns honking in the background. Louis was just staring at me, not affected by the loud noise growing all around us. He reached out to take my hand in his. I let him.
"Please Em, talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking."
"Louis, can you please drive? The cars are making me nervous."
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"Emily, don't you want to invite your friend in. So we could meet him?"
Fuck, bad timing. No Daddy, I don't want to invite him any deeper than he already is , I thought. If he knew what kind of friend Louis Bruel was, he wouldn't be inviting him in either.
"Yeah Daddy. We're coming right in."
I turned around to see a smiling Louis. I had no choice but to gesture for him to follow me in. My dad had his hand stretched out to shake Louis' hand.
"David Marcus, Emily's dad."
"Louis Bruel, Emily's … friend. Very nice to meet you, sir."
This was so awkward … I'd just told this magnificent man I didn't want to see him again and now he was meeting my dad. My Mom heard us talking and came running in from the kitchen.
"Oh Emmy, your date is here."
My Mom got her first good look at Louis Bruel and almost tripped over her own feet. She finally stopped power blinking and gave me that oh my God is he really your date look. She stretched out her hand to shake Louis' proffered hand. He cupped her hand with both of his and smoothly said, "Louis Bruel … it's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Marcus. Now I know who to thank for Emily's stunning eye color."
My mom was visibly melting and blushing. Another One Bites the Dust …
"Adele Marcus, how lovely to meet you, Louis." My mom turned her attention to me. She took in my outfit and almost fainted. "Emmy, don't you need to go upstairs and change for your date?" she said with a giggle, sounding embarrassed for me.
"No, Dr. Marcus, Emily is dressed perfectly for our date. I just didn't want to be late picking her up and meeting the both of you. I came straight from my morning meeting that ran late. I'm afraid I'm the one a bit overdressed for the movies." Louis was searching my eyes for some kind of silent acknowledgment.
"Okay then," my mom said, giving me a fake smile and added to Louis, "By the way, please call me Adele." Great, my mom loved him, too. Was there a woman out there who didn't fall in love with Mr. Wonderful?
I said goodbye to my parents and followed Louis outside to his car. He opened the passenger side door for me and I turned to look at him.
"Louis, you don't have to do this. I can just go to Sara's house for the evening. Thank you for being so nice to my parents."
"Get in the car Emily," he barked at me. "I don't know what happened in your head between last night and right now. All I know is that if you think I'm letting you go just like that, you really don't know me at all. Get in the car and we'll talk."
I got in the car trying to practice in my head what I needed to say to him without losing my confidence. He gave me a deadly look as he got in, shook his head from side to side, pressed the gas and the car flew.
"Louis where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice cracking a little and betraying my air of confidence. Even to my own ears I sounded like a scared little girl.
"We're going back to my house. I shouldn't have let you go home last night. We need to talk this out."
He wasn't looking at me. I could feel how angry he was. "Louis, there's nothing to talk about. I won't sleep with you. I know that's all you want. I'm not interested in being one of your conquests … please take me home," I said with tears threatening. He stopped the car in the middle of a busy Fifth Avenue intersection and looked at me like I'd just stuck a knife into his stomach.
"Emily, what did I do to make you feel this way? Did I pressure you last night in any way? Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel like you need to sleep with me … yesterday was a little intense. I just can't stop myself around you."
I could hear horns honking in the background. Louis was just staring at me, not affected by the loud noise growing all around us. He reached out to take my hand in his. I let him.
"Please Em, talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking."
"Louis, can you please drive? The cars are making me nervous."
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