***** Brenley's Point of View *****
I looked over into the passenger seat at a blindfolded Dylan, who currently looked like somebody's grandpa in that ridiculous disguise. Every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but laugh.
I gazed down at my phone for just a split second to check the directions before looking right back up, paranoid that I'd wreck his extremely expensive car. I couldn't believe he really let me drive it when he had never let anybody else. That made me feel special, and thinking about it made my insides flutter and I couldn't hold back a smile. I was glad he was blindfolded so he couldn't see me grinning like a crazy person in the driver's seat.
I slowed to a stop at a red traffic light and looked over at the Bentley that pulled up to the right of us. The shocked looks on the faces of the two middle-aged women when they saw an old man blindfolded in my passenger seat were hilarious.
"What? Have you never seen somebody blindfold their sugar daddy when he's been a bad boy before?"
Their faces instantly looked disgusted and appalled. As soon as the light turned green they sped away and I started laughing so hard my stomach hurt.
"Oh my gosh. You should've seen the looks on their faces Dylan. Now THAT was priceless," I laughed.
"Brenley Jensen. You are officially crazy," he smiled, shaking his head.
"If you think I'm crazy, you should meet my best friend Ellie. She's the REAL crazy one," I laughed.
"Who knows," he shrugged. "Maybe I will one day."
Hearing that made my smile slowly fade away. I knew he was never gonna meet Ellie. It probably felt good for him to say it, but he obviously didn't really mean it. Kind of like how some people will say, 'Hey we should hang out some time' and then you never hear from them again.
I pulled into a parking spot and shut off the engine, saying, "Well, we're here."
"Can I take the blindfold off now?"
"Nope. Not yet," I said, patting his shoulder. "Soon though."
I came around to his side of the car and opened his door, helping him out and then taking his hand, leading him down the sidewalk towards the front of the large concrete building. I struggled to open the large heavy door and hold it open, while still keeping hold of his hand.
When we got inside, his nose wrinkled up and he said, "Damn, whatever this place is, it smells like shit."
I laughed, smacking his arm. "Shhh. Don't be so loud. Someone might hear you."
As soon as we had stepped through the doors I could smell hay and animal feed and I knew that might give it away, plus the sounds the animals were making in the background.
I smiled at the worker that I had talked to over the phone earlier, recognizing his name on the name tag, and waved him over.
"Put your hands out," I told Dylan. "We've got a surprise for you, but whatever you do, don't drop it."
"Ummm, okay," he said hesitantly, reaching out.
The worker placed the cute little ball of fluff into his hands.
"Any guesses?" I asked.
"Ummm. Are we at a zoo?" he asked.
"Close," I said as I slipped his blindfold off and he looked down at the fluffy baby animal in his hands and then at the room around him. There was a big sign above us that read, 'Exotic Animal Encounters.'
"Awww. This a cute kitten," he smiled.
The worker said, "Actually that's not a kitten. That's a baby mountain lion. At this age they do look a lot like kittens."
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