Book Club

First Date

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONED BRIEFLY

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After they are done, Derek pulls out her chair before she can push out on her own, “M’Lady.”

Emily courtesy and responds, “Good sir.” The two laugh and clean up their breakfast. After cleaning their breakfast up, Emily stands by the door, “Do I just… Do I just go?”

Before Derek can respond he jumps over the couch and runs over to Emily. He kisses her and brings her over to the couch. They rip off each other’s clothes and go again for the second time that Saturday.

After they finish, Emily gets dressed again and starts to head for the door. Derek slides in between her and the door, “How does 7 o'clock sound? Dinner, together. Somewhere…”

Emily smiles and nods, “Sounds like a date.”

Derek lets Emily walk out the door. She hops down the steps to the first floor with pep in her step. Emily gets in her vehicle and drives away. Emily arrives home and starts to get ready for her date. She hears her phone ringing from the next room. 

As she answers it, she says very cheerfully, “Prentiss,”

“Someone sounds cheery, what’s up buttercup? You got a date?” Penelope asks moving from her kitchen chair to the couch.

“How did you know that- You know what, nevermind,” Emily falls back onto her bed.

Penelope says enthusiastically, “Spill the beans, sister. I want every detail.”

Trying to be vague enough so Penelope does not figure out that it is with Derek, “Well, I met with him last night and-”

“Oh my god. Oh my god! You and Derek. You and Derek! How? Why? When? Where?” Penelope starts spewing questions.

Flustered, Emily tries to divert the attention away from Derek, “It was after book club. His name is Der… Derald. His name is Derald.” Emily attempts to save herself from the slip up.

“Derald, huh? What’s his last name?” Penelope asks skeptically.

“I know you are trying to look him up, and that is why I won’t tell you,” Emily knows Penelope’s intentions.

Penelope slaps her laptop shut, “Aw, shucks. You figured me out…” Penelope quietly opens her laptop quietly, “Well at least let me quiz you… Height?”

“6’ 1”,” Emily answers quickly, almost off the top of her head.

Penelope quietly types away into her database, “Weight?”

Emily ballparks, “180, 190”

“Eye color,” Penelope continues to type.

“Brown,” Emily responds.

Penelope asks her last two questions, “Hair color and race?

Emily replies, “Bald and mixed. Mom is white and dad is black.”

“Well in my search results I only see two results, one perfect and the other just so happens to be Derek Morgan,” Penelope speaks up.

Emily audibly gasps, “Why were you searching? I didn’t want you to search.”

Penelope reads aloud, “Derald Carpenter, 185 pounds, police officer of Manassass, Virginia… Oh no. Emily, please tell me that my eyes are deceiving me.”