Hiding Sparrows

30. Bare minimun

Ty's place was just as fancy as it had been the first time I'd seen it. This time, it was a little less weird.

Just a little.

"You can take the rest of the day off," Ty said to Azael when he dropped us off. "I'm happy to drive Robin home."

I tried not to do a double take at finding out he could actually drive. Azael gave his friend a nod.

"Alright, give me a call if you change your mind."

Ty had just nodded and turned to lead me to the elevator. I stared at him sideways as we moved. He must have noticed me looking because he smirked.

"What? Didn't think I could drive just because I prefer Azael to?"

"No..." I lied, looking away. He chuckled softly, as the doors to the elevator shut.

"I am perfectly capable of driving. I just don't love doing it. Plus, Azael and I go way back. He's more than just a chauffeur. Giving him a paycheck is the least I could do."

"Would you call him your friend, then?" I asked.

Ty thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "I guess so. But it's deeper than that. He's more like a brother, really."

I watched him. He seemed a little uncomfortable talking about this. As though he wasn't often asked about the driver.

"He told me you were friends," I said after a moment.

"He did?"

I nodded. "When he drove me home from shopping, when I got that dress. In fact, if I'm remembering correctly, I think he called you his closest friend. But he said you probably wouldn't admit it."

Ty's eyes flashed with something like surprise, and also a strange softness. But then he shook his head, and the mask returned.

"Mmm," was all he said in return. Then, after a moment, he said, "You know, I drove then. That day. When I left and you stayed. Did you forget?"

I shrugged. "I guess I didn't think about it. Was too busy moping because you left me high and dry in a dress shop."

He smirked. "I did enjoy that moment in the dressing room. My hands on your thighs..."

Suddenly, the air in the elevator was very thick. I swallowed hard, as he stepped closer to me.

"On my knees in front of you, and all I could think about was the pretty pussy inches from my face."

"You didn't know it was pretty, though," I said, my voice tighter than I'd anticipated.

He smiled at me. "All of them are. Plus, I could smell you. And you smelt delicious."

I felt my face turn crimson. Before I could sort through the tangle of thoughts in my head and respond, the elevator doors were opening. Ty gently grabbed my hand and pulled me out, into his fancy ass apartment.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked.

"I have a strange sense of Deja vu," I said, raising an eyebrow at him. "When you last asked me that question, it ended in the room down the hall."

"I hope we get there today, too, although hopefully without a grilling about my line of work this time." He gave me a winning smile, moving to the bar. He lifted a silver martini shaker. "But first of all, drink?"

I was distracted from the question, eyeing up the array of spirits perched on the shelf behind the bar. It really was quite the collection. I let out a breath of air, shaking my head.