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Mr. Asshole Wellington: The car is on its way.
I look down at the message on my phone. I grin at the nickname I gave him. It suits him.
I spin in front of my mirror. Adam had a dress, shoes, and jewelry sent over with a hair and makeup specialist this afternoon. The woman, named Gloria, was waiting here when I arrived back from checking on the library. The heat is out again, so I decide to keep it closed until I can get someone out to look at the furnace.
“What do you think, Felipe?” I ask as I take in my appearance.
Felipe groans and rolls over on my bed. I glare at his reflection in the mirror.
“Thanks a lot. I think I look half decent,” I say as I smile. I hardly recognize myself. He chose a yellow dress for me. I would never have chosen this color, but it’s not an obnoxious yellow and the crystal beading on it is beautiful. There’s an ornate rose pattern on it that goes up the skirt. The bodice cinches my waist and the low neckline leaves little to the imagination. I’m not used to looking like this, but I suppose it’s appropriate for whatever he has in mind. I’m not aware of any events in town tonight, so I’m curious about where we’re going.
A buzz tells me my driver has arrived. I kiss Felipe’s head and motion toward his food bowl. “I left you extras, buddy. Be good.”
He makes a tired dog noise and rolls over. I laugh and head downstairs. When I open the door, I’m surprised to find Bastian.
“Bastian?” I ask as if he’s a mirage.
“Holy shitballs! You look hot as fuck! Adam is going to die,” Bastian exclaims as he looks at me. He holds out a hand and spins me in a tight circle.
He lets out a whistle. “Damn. If I batted for the other team, I’d whisk you away now.”
I laugh. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
He shrugs.
“Why areyoumy driver?” I ask as he opens the door to a town car.
I get inside. He doesn’t answer until he’s in the driver’s seat. “Because I’m the only one Adam trusts with precious cargo. He’s not a fan of these,” he explains as he pats the steering wheel.
I frown in confusion. “Of steering wheels?”
He laughs but then gives me a serious look in the rearview mirror. “Of cars.”
“Oh,” I say, still confused. And then it dawns on me, his parents, the accident. “Oh,” I say again drawing out the word. That explains the horse.
“Yeah. Since the accident…he’s…well, you’ll see,” he says. I don’t quite understand his words. You’ll see. See that Adam is a little particular? Yeah, I’ve already seen that.
“Do you know where we are going tonight?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he repeats.
“Bastian,” I chide.
He grins at me in the rearview mirror, and I roll my eyes.
“Just enjoy it. When was the last time you went on a date anyhow? The Jurassic period?” he teases.
“Very funny, smartass,” I reply, narrowing my eyes.
“I thought so,” he counters.
I shake my head and stare out the window as we turn onto the long street leading to the estate. “What’s his mood like today?” I ask because I’m honestly curious.
“Shockingly good,” he replies.
“Good like a normal person, or good like Adam?”
Bastian laughs as he turns onto the estate’s drive. “He’s a good guy,” he says, his French accent slipping through.
