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Chase is sitting on the edge of the bed watching me as I open my eyes. He looks adorable. I notice that I am underneath the blankets. He must have done that since I don’t remember doing it. “How was your nap?”
“Very good, thank you. How long was I asleep?”
“Only about an hour or so,” he replies. “I can take you home whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’ll give you some privacy so you can change. Your clothes are folded on the stool in the bathroom.”
“Thanks.” He gets up and exits the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I stand up on wobbly legs and make my way to the bathroom. I have had the most incredible weekend. I don’t want it to end, but I need to go home. Fixing my hair so it’s on top of my head, I take a quick shower.
I walk back into the living room where Chase is waiting. He stands when he sees me, sauntering over to take me in his arms. “I wish you would stay.” He is being very persuasive.
“I can’t. I need to get home.”
“When can I see you again?” he asks, almost a plea.
“I work Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Other than those days, I’m free.”
“Can we have dinner tomorrow?”
“I don’t see why not,” I reply.
“Good, I usually don’t work too late. I should be out by three o’clock. I can be to you by five o’clock.”
“Okay.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips. “Do you have everything? The dress and shoes in my closet?”
“No, I forgot about those. I’ll never wear them again, can’t you take them back?”
“If I have anything to do with it, you’ll be wearing lots of dresses like this.”
“Chase-” I start to resist, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t argue. I’ll get them.” He wanders back into his room and produces a dry cleaning bag with my dress and a small boutique bag holding my shoes and undergarments. “When you wore this yesterday, it looked as if the dress was made for you. It was perfect, just like you.” He places a soft kiss on the top of my head. “Ready?” At my nod, he grabs his keys and heads toward the door. I follow behind.
We exit the elevator and head out the lobby doors to a parking garage across the street. He walks over to the attendant and hands him his keys and a ticket. The attendant runs off into the garage. “My building doesn’t have underground parking, so I use this garage.”
A few minutes later, the attendant comes back with a sleek black hard top convertible with the Volvo logo on the front. Chase opens the door for me, and I climb in. The dark leather is so soft. He moves around the car and climbs in the opposite side. He presses a button, and the trunk opens straight up from the window. The top retracts in three separate pieces, and folds away in the trunk. “Won’t have many more days like this,” he says as the trunk closes. The sun is starting to set, and the sky looks beautiful.
“Nice car,” I quip.
“I just got it last week. I had a Mercedes, but this is much nicer. Has a smoother drive.”
“Which model is it?” I wonder aloud.
“The C70 T5 Platinum.”
Oh. I’ve always liked Volvo’s but can’t afford one. My Jeep does me just fine. He pulls out onto Broad Street and hits the gas. Wow, this car has power. He maneuvers around double parked cars and heads toward the FDR Drive. “My iPod is synched with the stereo system. Find a song and hit play, or you can hook it up to Pandora.” His voice is raised due to the wind screaming over our heads. I decide to see what kind of stations he listens to on Pandora. I open up the app to all different genres. I scroll down and choose a station I am familiar with. Hopefully, it’s a song I know. You never know what Pandora will play. The entrancing melody of Calvin Harris fills the air as Ellie Goulding sings about needing love. How apropos. Chase glances over at me, a smile playing on his lips. I settle into the soft leather as we cruise over the Brooklyn Bridge.
“So, who were you with at Davis?” I ask genuinely intrigued. “We were never properly introduced.”
“Oh, that group of knuckleheads? Friends from college,” he quips.
“Do they have names?”
“Yes.” He looks over at me and smiles.
“And they would be?” I giggle at his coyness.
