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Fifteen
The next few days drag by so slowly, I wonder how I am ever going to move past this incident and just get back to my normal life. I know that there is nothing I can do about it. I know that the arrangement I made with Bentley is for the best. I know that letting myself feel anything for a man like him is heartache waiting to happen. But that doesn't mean that my stomach doesn't knot every time I think of him. And as much as I hate to admit it, it happens a hell of a lot more than I would like.
I have never experienced such raw emotion towards another person and honestly, I am having a hell of a time dealing with my new found ability to care for a person beyond a sexual aspect. Don't get me wrong, Bentley showed me things I have only ever dreamed of during our night together, but it's what he made me feel that worries me.
“Logan. You got a minute?” Josh taps lightly on my open dressing room door. Turning in my seat in front of my vanity, I nod and watch him walk the rest of the way into the room before closing the door behind him.
“What's up?” I ask, trying to remain as casual as possible. Things have been really awkward between me and Josh since I ended things and while I wish that this whole situation was easier, I also know that I hurt Josh and I am trying to be considerate of that fact.
“I know I said that you were good to take this Sunday off but....” He starts and I immediately jump in to cut him off.
“Oh no. I already purchased my plane ticket Josh. You can't tell me two days before I am scheduled to leave that you can't give me the time off.” I protest, a slight edge to my voice.
“Relax Logan.” He says, holding his hands up in front of him. “You can still have Sunday off but I need you to pick up tomorrow night in exchange.” He says, crossing his strong arms in front of his chest. I can't stop my eyes from trailing along the definition of his muscles and in doing so, my mind flips to all the amazing romps we shared. Swallowing hard, I refocus on his face but I can tell almost immediately that he notices my slip.
“Habit.” I say, shrugging when his eyebrows shoot up. “Why tomorrow?” I question, wanting anything but to come in here and work another night. “I already picked up last Thursday.”
“I had to get Tina to cover your shift and now she wants tomorrow off in exchange. You would be really helping me out. You know how difficult she can be.” He laughs, smiling at me for the first time in days.
I can't help but laugh at his comment, the heaviness in the air lifting slightly over our mutual dislike for the diva that is Tina Bernard. “Fine.” I cave on a sigh.
“Thank you.” He says, giving me a nod before spinning around and making his way to the door. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He says, turning back to face me just as he peels the door open. “This came for you earlier today.” He reaches inside his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a square white envelope, dropping it on the small table that sits next to the door before exiting the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
I stare at the envelope from across the room for what feels like forever. I don't know how I know but I am one hundred percent sure that it's from Bentley. Who else would send me something to the club? No one except for Andrea and the people that already work here even know about this place.
Finally pulling myself into a stand, I quickly cross the small space and retrieve the envelope from where Josh left it. Reclaiming the seat in front of my vanity, I rip open the tab and pull out its contents, reading the small note inside before even paying attention to the other items.
I know it's early but Happy Birthday.
The rest of your present is currently waiting for you at your house.
Bentley
I know I shouldn't be surprised that he knows that my birthday is coming up but that doesn't stop the emotion from swelling in my chest as I set the note down and pull out the remaining items. There is a small cut of vanilla fabric that is so soft it feels like heaven and a ticket,Grand Opening of Eleganceprinted beautifully across the thick expensive paper.
My stomach twists in the best sort of way as the realization sets in.Eleganceis the newest dance company in Chicago and scoring a ticket to their opening night performance is no easy task. I tried getting my hands on a pair weeks ago but they were long since sold out.
But why would he do this? We haven't spoken since I left him standing on the sidewalk nearly two weeks ago. He has made no attempt to contact me and for that I have been grateful. But then he turns around and does something like this. I have to return it. There is no way I can accept such a gift. It just doesn't feel right.
It takes a few moments for me to realize that I am only holding one ticket and immediately panic seethes through me. I don't know how I didn't see it first thing but this is his play. His way of pulling me back in. Somehow he has figured out a way to pull at my strings and the thought does not sit well with me.
But he is not as smart as he thinks he is if he thinks that this is going to work. I recognize the chase, the challenge I present to him. I am not blind to the fact that I am probably very different than most women he has come across. I don't do commitment for one. And for two, I am probably the first woman who has ever slept with him and then not come knocking on his door within hours begging for a repeat. And while the thought of doing just that has crossed my mind more times than I care to admit, I have a lot more self control than to act so irrationally.
And as much as I want to stuff the ticket back into the envelope and return to sender with a big fat 'No Thank You' printed across the ticket, I also can't deny how much I want to play along with his little game, at least for a little while longer.
Anxious to find out what he meant by, the rest of your present is currently waiting for you at your house,I quickly gather my things and head for the parking lot. Thankful that this came at the end of my shift and not the beginning, lord knows this night would have been impossible to get through if it had, I hop in my car and fire up the old engine.
I weave in and out of what little traffic is still grazing the city at this late hour. It's strange how much the night seems to come alive the closer we get to the weekend. Like there is some unspoken rule about being out during the beginning of the week.
It takes me less than twenty minutes before I am pulling up outside of Patty's little ranch home. Killing the car, I quickly make my way inside, the thought of what is waiting for me sending a nervous energy pulsating through my veins.
The house is dark and silent when I enter. I quietly make my way into the kitchen, making sure that Patty didn't leave anything for me on the counter, which is where she usually leaves things when I receive something. To my disappointment, nothing. Wondering if maybe it simply hasn't arrived yet, I head in the direction of my bedroom, careful to not make any noise so that I don't wake the sleeping Patty in the room next to mine.
Slipping into my room, I wait until the door is closed before flipping on the lights, immediately spotting a large white box laying across my bed, a cream colored satin bow tied perfectly across it. I stand there frozen for what seems like forever.
I don't know what I had expected but I certainly was not expecting to come home to find this type of package waiting for me. Crossing the room on shaky legs, I pull out another envelope matching the one currently sitting in my purse and peel it open.
