Taming the Big Bad Wolf

Chapter Thirteen

Thursday came around, it was a little unnerving because I really had no idea what to expect at this dinner Emelia had plan. Plus I had no idea what to wear, when I was at her and Drake's house the other day I felt out of place. Emelia wasn't known to be all fancy-smancey but it seems somehow she is because she's dating Drake.

I changed my outfit three times, unsure of what to wear but I just put on my maroon top and black jeans for comfort. I also decided not to take a taxi to their house because I didn't want to hear what the taxi driver thought and whistle. I ask the valet to bring my lump of a car to the front as he did, it surely stood out like a sore thumb and really I should just get rid of it but I haven't yet.

When I pulled up to the large mansion the guard open the gate up and directed me of where I should park, he opened my door like a gentlemen I guess chivalry isn't dead as I thanks him. I walked toward the door as the butler that I met before opens it and said hello

"Ms. Hudson and Drake will be with you shortly" as I enter the grand hallway, how big was this house? As I walk to the living room that Emelia and I sat in the last time I was here and I saw that there was an entire deck and dock that lead to a pretty large boat. The view made me itch to do some drawing but I'd given up on drawing as a career but found another passion . . . Interior decorating. Walking into Emelia and Drake's house was the ideal interior decorator dream, a lot of white and light browns. I hear giggles in a distance and footsteps as Drake and Emelia walks down the stairs in each other arms.

"Chloe welcome back" Emelia disengage herself from Drake and hugs me, then she place her hand on my shoulder asking if I was hungry. I nodded taking in what she was wearing, a little more laid back than I thought. She wore dark green long sleeve shirt with dark blue jeans while Drake wore what clothes is consider laid back for men.

We all walked into a very large dining room,

"Don't worry we're not sitting at this table, we're going to sit in the kitchen" as we pass through the dining area into a large, upscale, all you could possibly need in a kitchen where there was an Island table.

"What can I offer you?" Drake asked as he pulled out a beer bottle for him,

"Um do you have a draft?" I asked as Emelia laughed

"Chloe there's hundreds of Drafts, how about you try one of the local draft drinks. It's pretty good" she smiles at me but also at Drake but Drake frown his eyebrows like he didn't care what she said. Drake pulled a Dubbel Entendre which I've never heard of but when I sip it. There was this wisp of fruit flavor to it that made it pretty good,

"See? I told you . . . If you're going to be in Seattle you have to try a Seattle signature beer" she quipped as Drake handed her what looks like water? But she didn't really say anything for all I know it could be a clear alcohol drink that I don't know about. A timer went off as Drake grabs a mitt and opens the over which brought in a wonderful smell of cooked steak.

"Alright dinner is just about ready" Drake said as he place down the dish the steaks were in as he turns toward the oven again and reaches in for rolls. This guy could cook? Did Emelia pull him out of a Good Cook Magazine or something?

I lean over to Emelia and whisper . . .

"He can cook? And make homemade rolls? Did you find him in a Good boyfriend materials magazine?" Emelia was smiling ears to ears trying to hold in her laugh, something got her very giggly tonight.

"And dinner is serve" Drake said as he dish up the steaks and the cooked vegetables on three plates, Emelia and I were already at the island table as Drake handed our dinner plate in front of us.