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“Going somewhere fast?” he asked, his grey eyebrows wiggling up and down against his wrinkled skin.
“You betcha,” I retorted, getting in.
“Ah, gonna let an old man hear about it tomorrow?”
“Now, now, Izzy. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Good thing you ain’t a gentleman, huh boss?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I retorted before checking my side mirror then peeling out.
It didn’t take long for me to get to Bev’s place. She was on a side of the city that I didn’t normally go to, but it wasn’t quite the slums either. Perhaps it was a bit creepy that I had just grabbed her address from her employee file, but she knew I was coming for her, so I assumed she thought I knew where she lived already for business purposes.
When I arrived at her apartment building, I wasn’t sure if I should get out and buzz her door or wait in the car. So instead I just texted her that I had arrived.
Her reply came quickly ‘be right out’, and I found my blood thrumming in my veins once more at the prospect that I was about to have a date with one of the most enticing women I had ever seen.
I certainly hadn’t planned it that morning, but I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been fantasizing about taking her out ever since that kiss. Of course, I had kept those ideas to myself after our little talk, assuming by Bev’s reaction that she wasn’t the type of woman to ever be interested in some sort of office romance. Now I knew it was just because she had been scared, afraid to tell me that she was a virgin or maybe even scared of sex itself.
Movement drew my attention and I saw her come out of the double doors in the front. She was all gussied up in a pretty, fifties style dress with roses patterned on it, her dark hair loose and flowing around her shoulders. She had a full face of make up on, one I wasn’t used to seeing her wear in the office, and my brain couldn’t help but interpret it as something special she did just for me.
And I liked that idea. That I was getting to see something that no one else did, a hidden side that she reserved only for those she trusted more than anybody else. She certainly knew how to appeal to a man like myself, even if she didn’t mean to.
I got out of the car instantly, going around to her side and opening the door for her. “You look gorgeous,” I said, noting the fancy stockings she was wearing, complete with lines up the back and a lacey design down the sides.
“Thank you,” she replied, her voice that breathy rasp that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
“I try.”
I went around to the other side of the car and got in, taking a minute to plug a new address into my GPS.
“You like Italian?” I asked.
“Who doesn’t like Italian?” she shot back, returning to her snarky self that challenged me in all the best ways.
“Exactly,” I said with a laugh before driving off again. This was going to be a good night, I could feel it in my bones.
“You know, I’m sitting right in front of you.”
“Huh?” Bev blinked, tearing her eyes away from our surroundings and looking at me with a bit of confusion. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I said with a light chuckle. “Just feeling a little jealous of whatever’s got your attention.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks colored in that way that I loved, so sweet and innocent and honest. I admired that she usually played her cards close to her chest and kept a wall up because it just made me feel that much more accomplished when I saw little cracks of her true personality peek through. “Sorry. It’s just, uh, really nice here. I could never afford to go to this kind of place on my own.”
“Hmm,” I murmured. I had tried to choose a sort of middle-class place. While it was a bit too expensive for most families to go to on a whim, plenty of middle-class people came to Grigio’s for birthdays, anniversaries or other special occasions. “That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”
I hoped I hadn’t miscalculated right off the bat and taken her someplace where she could clam up on me. I’d just assumed that she would be like most of the other women I had taken out in my forty something years, which obviously was a mistake.
“No, not at all,” she looked to me, cheeks still pink. “I remember wishing I could come here for my graduation.”
Oh, well I had magically managed to guess right, it seemed. “Why didn’t you? Mom and Dad didn’t want to splurge?”
