ridiculously
expensive luxury or sports car. My knowledge of vehicles was limited to next to
nothing, but I recognized this one. An Audi S4. It was a little on the pricier
side, but not so far out of reach to people with well-paying jobs. Dale was
making good money now and had already begun saving up for a new car. This was one
of twelve on his wish list.
Ethan opened
the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in.
"You're
really going to drive?" I asked.
He looked at me
curiously. "Why wouldn't I?"
I bit my lip.
"In the books, all of the building-owning men have drivers."
"I do have
a driver, but today I want to drive you. What books?"
I quickly shook
my head and got in before he could see my face go red. As soon as I was seated,
the air around me changed. I inhaled the comforting scent. Leaning back into
the seat, my body relaxed on its own. I felt safe as a passenger in this car.
Secure.
I would never
have thought that a man doing something as simple as driving would be worth my
interest, but watching Ethan do it did things to my body. He drove with ease,
maneuvering through the streets and changing gears without a second thought.
His body was lax in his seat, giving off the vibe of leisure confidence. And
watching his hands on the steering wheel...
"What do
you want to do about dinner?" he asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Um…what?"
"We could
eat out if you want. Or order in - it's up to you."
That's
right. It's getting late now. "…I'd rather not go out."
He nodded.
The thought of
sharing a meal together brought me back to reality. Could I really do this? Was
I even capable of it? Don't think of it as a date. Just think of it as two
friends hanging out.
It was still
pouring when we arrived at my apartment. I didn't bother asking how Ethan knew
exactly where I lived. I'd written the address down when I filled out the
information form regarding the project, and I assumed by his driving that he
just knew every inch and cranny of this part of Seattle. Stepping out of the
car, I welcomed the raindrops with open arms and a bright smile. Ethan came to
stand behind me, holding his coat over our heads.
"You'll
end up catching a cold if you do things like that."
"The rain
would never bring me suffering," I argued, leading him inside the
building.
I began to
panic again on the way up, so I took few deep breaths to try and ease the
tension in my stomach. "You aren't going to kill me, are you?"
"…Are you
afraid?"
I continued
looking at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
His mouth
curved into a smile. "I promise not to kill you. Not tonight. Not
ever."
"Or kidnap
me," I added.
"I promise
not to kidnap you. Tonight." His smile turned into a smirk.
I started my
nervous habit of chewing on my bottom lip. "Alright, then."
We exited the
elevator and made our way to the end of the hallway.
"You have
a roommate?" he asked as I grabbed my keys.
"Of
course. I probably wouldn't be able to afford living here on my own." Not
for an extended amount of time, at least.
"Are they
here now?"
"They're
away on business. Should be back in a few days." I opened the door and
held it open, letting him go in first. Once inside, I shut it and flicked the
lights on before taking his coat and hanging it up to dry.
"Um…I
should probably change." I looked down, noticing that my clothes were
soaking. Lifting my head, I looked everywhere but at Ethan. As embarrassing as
it was to admit, I felt like an awkward teenager who had just brought her
boyfriend home for the first time. You're an adult, Daphne. You're well over
the age to have been doing porn for years. Get your shit together .
Eventually,
expensive luxury or sports car. My knowledge of vehicles was limited to next to
nothing, but I recognized this one. An Audi S4. It was a little on the pricier
side, but not so far out of reach to people with well-paying jobs. Dale was
making good money now and had already begun saving up for a new car. This was one
of twelve on his wish list.
Ethan opened
the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in.
"You're
really going to drive?" I asked.
He looked at me
curiously. "Why wouldn't I?"
I bit my lip.
"In the books, all of the building-owning men have drivers."
"I do have
a driver, but today I want to drive you. What books?"
I quickly shook
my head and got in before he could see my face go red. As soon as I was seated,
the air around me changed. I inhaled the comforting scent. Leaning back into
the seat, my body relaxed on its own. I felt safe as a passenger in this car.
Secure.
I would never
have thought that a man doing something as simple as driving would be worth my
interest, but watching Ethan do it did things to my body. He drove with ease,
maneuvering through the streets and changing gears without a second thought.
His body was lax in his seat, giving off the vibe of leisure confidence. And
watching his hands on the steering wheel...
"What do
you want to do about dinner?" he asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Um…what?"
"We could
eat out if you want. Or order in - it's up to you."
That's
right. It's getting late now. "…I'd rather not go out."
He nodded.
The thought of
sharing a meal together brought me back to reality. Could I really do this? Was
I even capable of it? Don't think of it as a date. Just think of it as two
friends hanging out.
It was still
pouring when we arrived at my apartment. I didn't bother asking how Ethan knew
exactly where I lived. I'd written the address down when I filled out the
information form regarding the project, and I assumed by his driving that he
just knew every inch and cranny of this part of Seattle. Stepping out of the
car, I welcomed the raindrops with open arms and a bright smile. Ethan came to
stand behind me, holding his coat over our heads.
"You'll
end up catching a cold if you do things like that."
"The rain
would never bring me suffering," I argued, leading him inside the
building.
I began to
panic again on the way up, so I took few deep breaths to try and ease the
tension in my stomach. "You aren't going to kill me, are you?"
"…Are you
afraid?"
I continued
looking at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
His mouth
curved into a smile. "I promise not to kill you. Not tonight. Not
ever."
"Or kidnap
me," I added.
"I promise
not to kidnap you. Tonight." His smile turned into a smirk.
I started my
nervous habit of chewing on my bottom lip. "Alright, then."
We exited the
elevator and made our way to the end of the hallway.
"You have
a roommate?" he asked as I grabbed my keys.
"Of
course. I probably wouldn't be able to afford living here on my own." Not
for an extended amount of time, at least.
"Are they
here now?"
"They're
away on business. Should be back in a few days." I opened the door and
held it open, letting him go in first. Once inside, I shut it and flicked the
lights on before taking his coat and hanging it up to dry.
"Um…I
should probably change." I looked down, noticing that my clothes were
soaking. Lifting my head, I looked everywhere but at Ethan. As embarrassing as
it was to admit, I felt like an awkward teenager who had just brought her
boyfriend home for the first time. You're an adult, Daphne. You're well over
the age to have been doing porn for years. Get your shit together .
Eventually,
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