Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

one dinner (the grumpy boss pt 2)

Travis' POV

Alright Travis, don't fuck this up.

I brushed down the sides of my semi-casual black jacket, hoping I'd seem mature enough to be taking out a woman eleven years older than me. Taylor seemed like she appreciated someone who dressed up, so I'd paired my jacket with a pair of tidy black pants and a deep brown turtleneck. I clutched the little bouquet of deep pink carnations in one hand as I walked up the steps of the expensive looking apartment and knocked on the door. I had no idea what Taylor's situation was with Joe, and hoped like hell I could do this without involving him. I didn't know if he'd be here. God I hoped not.

Then the door opened, and my breath was stolen. Taylor was beautiful, there was no denying it, but the sight before me completely blew me away.

Taylor was wearing a long sleeved black top, cropped underneath her breasts, scooped to expose her cleavage. She wore a matching skirt, tight over her waist and hips before it fell down to her ankles in a black sheet. One smooth leg peeked out of the slit that ran almost up to her hip, and she wore black wraparound heels that wound halfway up her thigh. Her blonde hair was blown out into luscious waves, long silver earrings peeking out from the strands, sparkling at me, and there was a delicate matching bracelet on her wrist. My eyes found her face, at the makeup free skin, the tiny amount of mascara spread on her eyelashes and the lips painted a deep maroon. She was stunning.

"Wow." I breathed, unable to stop myself. Taylor smirked.

"Tell me how you really feel." She chuckled.

"For you." I composed myself, holding out the flowers. I may had done a bit of light stalking to find out that they were her favorite, but it paid off. Even though I knew Taylor was trying to play it cool, a flicker of delight crossed her expression as she took the flowers.

"Such a gentleman." She murmured, turning to place them in an empty vase on a tiny table in the hallway.

I held out my hand to her once she turned back and Taylor gave me a coy smile but took it, moving to step out of her apartment. She turned and closed the door, inputting a code and scanning her thumb on the security system before the door clicked, indicating it had locked. I led Taylor down to my car - my prized 1991 red Dodge Viper - and opened the passenger door for her. Some people thought my car was stupid, but I loved it. It was the first big purchase I'd made when I'd moved out of home.

"Classic." Taylor murmured as she sat back. "I like a car with no roof."

"Not scared it'll mess up your hair?" I asked, turning the engine on.

"I'm still hot with messy hair." She responded, and I chuckled. Yeah, she had a point.

Taylor tipped her head back as I drove, and I glanced over to see her eyes closed. She was smiling, like she was really enjoying herself. Grinning, I glanced back at the road and reached to turn on the radio. It was already tuned and started playing, halfway through a Bryan Adams song. Taylor started singing along immediately, tossing her head in time with the music.

I drove for twenty minutes before pulling up outside the restaurant I'd booked us a table at. It was a high end Italian place, really hard to get into, so I'd pulled every string I could and managed to get us in. Honestly, as soon as I'd said the name Taylor Swift, it had been so much easier. It was a private restaurant, so there were no cameras, which I knew Taylor would appreciate.

"Nice work." Taylor commented when I parked, getting out and going around to open her door. "You must know some people to get into this place."

"I do." I took her hand and helped her out. "You."