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“We good?” He asks, his eyes searching mine.
“We're good.” I say, not feeling up to making this a bigger issue than it is. While I can forgive his reaction to me dancing for Bentley, I can't just ignore what I know this means. Josh has moved past the point of a casual hook up. Which means, sometime very soon we are going to have to make a decision.
I like Josh. A lot. But we are at completely different points in our lives. He's ready to settle down and me... Well, I'm just getting started. Pulling him down, I give him a gentle kiss and then back out of his embrace again. “I'll see you later.” I say, quickly slipping out of his office and closing the door behind me.
Eager to get the hell out of here, I turn towards the back exit and make my way outside as quickly as I can, determined not to have to face anyone else tonight. But as I approach my old beat up blue Cavalier in the corner of the parking lot, my hope of getting away unscathed slips through my fingers.
Leaning against the rusty old door of my car is none other than Bentley Reed himself. I recognize him immediately. His body is silhouetted under the light I purposely park under. Arms crossed in front of his chest and a devilish grin pulling up the corners of his mouth. I try not to stumble but the moment I realize he's there, my steps falter. Taking a deep breath in, I try to pull myself together as I close the distance between us.
“Bentley?” I question, not missing how out of place he looks leaning up against my old clunky car. His appearance completely out of place against the chipped paint and dented exterior.
I stifle a small laugh at how ridiculous this all is. He's power and success and money. While I am just a measly college student scraping to get by and working as a dancer in one of his clubs. We are on opposite ends of the spectrum. It's funny how seeing him standing in front of my car is what brings the reality of the situation into view.
“Are you hungry?” He asks the moment my steps cease, cocking his head to the side. As much as I want to be annoyed, I can't muster the feeling. The truth is, I'm glad he's here. As much as I know I shouldn't be, I can't help that I am.
“Now?” I ask, checking the time on my cell phone.
“Nothing like dinner in the middle of the night.” He says, pushing away from my car and holding his arm out for me. “But I think I'll drive.” He laughs, ignoring my offended gasp as he leads me away from my car.
I know I should decline. I should get in my car and drive home. Bury myself in my school work. Do anything but what I am doing right now.
It's just dinner, I try to reassure myself. But even if all we do is eat dinner, I know that somehow it will be so much more than that. I can feel my need for control rearing it's ugly head and yet, I am powerless to do anything but exactly what he requests. And honestly, that scares me more than anything else.
