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When I open the door, his manly musk hits my nose and I see him standing there in a sharp navy suit that only serves to bring out his eyes even more. He’s leaning against the doorway so casually that it makes me feel anxious. His eyes wander over my body and I hold my breath, hoping he’ll approve.
Slowly a smile spreads across his face.
“You look incredible,” he says. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
I blush and he reaches for my hand, brushing his thumb over my knuckle. This is real. This is happening. I lock up the apartment and let Will take me away. Down the stairs to the garage, where we get inside his obsidian Lexus RC. He drives with one hand on the wheel and one on my knee.
Chapter Ten
Will
Elle looks nervous as I help her out of the car and lead her to the restaurant with my hand on the small of her back. I guess it’s finally hitting home for us both that we’re actually doing this. We’re breaking every rule in the book by being here together, but that doesn’t bother me. All I care about is her. And if she’s here with me then I have every reason to be happy.
I want to treat her tonight. I’ve taken her to the fanciest restaurant in town and I’m going to make sure she knows that she’s allowed to indulge in whatever she likes tonight. This is our night. This is all for us. And at the end of it, I’ll prove to her that I’m all in.
As we step inside the restaurant and are guided to our table, I take a look at the other couples in the room. It’s clear to see that we stand out. The age gap between us is too obvious to ignore. Some of the diners stare at us as we enter, my hand on her back still. But I don’t care what they think. I only care what Elle thinks of me. That’s the only thing that matters anymore.
We sit down and I order a bottle of wine for the table, which makes Elle giggle nervously. I forget that she’s only twenty-one, only just allowed to drink. It’s precious how innocent she is.
“Won’t you need to drive us back?” Elle asks with a blush.
I smile.
“I’ll call us a cab or something. I want to enjoy this night. No limits.”
“I like that,” Elle says, her cheeks still flushed. When the wine comes, she raises a glass nervously.
“To us,” she whispers.
“To us,” I growl back. It’s a good toast. The best kind. It makes my heart kick in my chest, thinking of our future together. We have so much to look forward to, especially when we get back to my place tonight.
But there’s more to this than the sexual side. I have an urge to know her inside and out. I want to know her better than anyone else in the world, to be the person she confides in. If we’re going to be together forever, then all the small details count for a lot. It matters that we know one another on a deep level. In fact, I barely know a thing about her so far. But I plan to use this evening to change that.
“Elle,” I say, catching her eyes across the table. “Tell me everything about you. I want to know it all.”
She blushes, clearly shy at being the center of attention. I guess she must not be used to it under normal circumstances, but she’d better get used to it. When she’s with me, she’s the only thing I can focus on. Hell, I can’t focus on anything else when we’re apart, either. That’s what makes me want to stick with this. My gut is telling me that this is special. She is special.
She clears her throat.
“Um…well, I’m a writer. Or I want to be one, anyway. I’m in my final year at college, working on my last project. When I graduate…well, I don’t know. I want to write for a living, but it’s hard without having a second job. There’s not much money in writing for yourself.”
“You shouldn’t need to worry about that,” I tell her. It hurts me that she’s not going to have time to focus on her passions. Everyone should be able to follow their dreams. I followed mine straight into accounting, a job that I love despite everyone’s perceptions of the job. It’s not boring to me, I like math, and it’s given me the nice cushy life I’ve always wanted. I want the same for her. I want her to be able to do whatever she wants without worrying about money. “Will your father not support you while you find your feet?”
Elle shrugs. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to ask him to. I didn’t grow up with him, so I’ve never really asked anything important of him. I’m sure you know that my parents are divorced. My mom raised me, and she works so hard already. I wouldn’t ask her to support me any longer either. I have to start fending for myself. My dreams will have to come second. I’ll get to follow them in time, I’m sure.”
