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“All right then.” It may seem as though I’m giving in simply because he’s a good looking man. I may be shallow, but I’m not that shallow. I need to get back to my apartment. Back to my safety net, my box. It was foolish of me to think I could do this. Foolish to think I could ever leave.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me to, I can smell your attraction.”
“What is it with the smelling emotions thing? Because the last time I checked that wasn’t possible.” I may be attracted, but that’s only a blip on the radar compared to my panic. I won’t be able to breathe if I don’t get home soon.
“Just a figure of speech,” he smirks. “Come, we’ll go tell your friends I’m taking you home.”
“You’re giving me a lift, that’s all.” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Of course. I’m Ethan by the way,” he says valiantly.
“Whatever.”
“Just thought you’d like to know, since you’ll be moaning it later on.”
“The only way I’ll be saying your name will be to report it to the police if you try anything psycho.”
“No, that’s not how it will happen.” He tells me, very matter of fact and then goes over to his desk, grabs a light grey zip-up hoodie, puts it on and ushers me out of his office.
Nicky is more than relieved when I return to our booth with Ethan beside me.
“Where the hell were you? I was worried.” She says, pulling me into a hug.
“Nowhere, listen, I’m going home now.”
“Are you getting a cab?”
“I’m going to drive her,” says Ethan, and suddenly Nicky is aware of the man standing beside me. Anybody else would have clocked him straight away, but Nicky doesn’t notice men all that much, even the madly attractive ones.
“Oh,” she says smirking. “Okay, well, have fun.”
“We will,” says Ethan, and before I can argue he’s linked his arm through mine and we’re halfway
out of the club.
Ethan’s car is typical of a night club owner, a fancy silvery black Cadillac with heavily tinted windows.
“Well at least your car windows are reassuring,” I say sarcastically.
He turns to me as I’m fastening my seat belt in the passenger seat, suddenly completely serious, and says, “No harm will come to you when you’re with me.”
“Okay,” I reply, widening my eyes at him.
“So, where to?” he asks.
“Singe Street, Riverdale Apartments.”
“That’s not a very good area,” he says, his voice concerned.
“Well I’m a student, it’s all I can afford.”
“What do you study?”
“Art History.” I answer.
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I mean I did, but I haven’t been to my lectures for the past while.”
