Back To Your Sweet Smile

Chapter 7

“Taylor, if you’re planning on selling me to a foreign prince or something just remember that Meredith likes clean water and little bit of food on a daily basis, it keeps her motivated for life.”

The car was filled with Taylor’s rowdy laughter, he grinned as he looked over at her, only to see a dark-haired Taylor Swift looking like she was about to walk the plank.

The quiet purring of the car engine fell silent as he parked and switched off the headlights. He turned his head to look at her, her wide-eyed gaze taking in the dodgy looking building in front of them. “I don’t know about that, I was considering selling both of you, you know, just to keep Meredith quiet. I don’t need her meowing her way to a police station to report this.”

The playful grin on his face was met with a nervous little laugh from Taylor’s lips. This only caused him to laugh even louder. “Taylor Alison Swift! If I may be so blunt, calmeth thy titties. I won’t let anything happen to you. Except a whole lot of fun. A whole lot of fun is going to happen to you.” He smirked as she visibly relaxed a little.

“Now remember, if anyone asks, you’re not Taylor. Your name is Lois.” Taylor raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “…As in Lane. Lois Lane. Have I got it right Clark Kent with oddly lush facial hair?”

He laughed as he looked at her, and then suddenly his smile disappeared, being replaced by a very serious look. “That is correct Miss Lane. But you can also call me Bond…James Bond. I go by that name as well. But mostly Clark Kent. Only sometimes James Bond. Whatever. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Taylor burst out laughing, her wig almost repositioning itself. Watching her light up left Taylor with a permanent smile on his face, he could sit there in the car with her forever if it meant hearing her bubbly laugh. She grinned as she fixed her wig, looking back at him. “I’m pretty sure neither of those outstanding men have ever used the words ‘don’t sweat it baby’ in a sentence but that was golden.”

He smiled excitedly and rubbed his hands together. “You ready?”

She chuckled at his gesture and nodded. “Much more so than I was five minutes ago, thank you.”

He opened his door and got out, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket just as he closed the car door behind him. He took it out only to see the name ‘Robin’ was flashing on the screen, like a piercing warning sign. Of course by now she knew that Taylor had left the party early, and would probably guess who he was spending his night with instead. He could almost hear her furious exclamations through the vibration of this piece of plastic in his hand. With one fluid movement he switched off his phone and put it back in his pocket, walking around to the passenger side.

He opened the door for her and Taylor stepped out, once again practically assaulting him with her beauty. Even in the bad wavering light of the parking lot she looked like a goddess.

He closed the door behind her and they started making their way towards the entrance of the building. It was mainly just dull concrete, with a few cracks and windows here and there. Taylor still didn’t know what she was walking into but for some strange tall dark and handsome reason she felt completely safe.

They approached the entrance, which were just two black doors, no signs or names flashing in lights anywhere. At this point they could hear the muffled sounds of people and music inside. Taylor gave her a quick reassuring smile before opening the door for her.

They stepped inside and immediately she was taken aback by everything, gasping softly as her eyes found it hard to settle on any one thing at a time.

They had walked into a Mexican-Asian-Parisian wonderland, and Taylor loved it. They were immediately hit with a sweet-tangy wave of the very Chinese food that Taylor loved so much, all from the right side of the large stepped and terraced club. On the left, people were scattered between small Eiffel Towers and romantic little seats, enjoying desserts that almost looked too good to eat. And in the centre, stepped lower than the other levels, was a Mexican themed dance floor, surrounded by small tables and filled with bodies swaying to the music.