Waiting all night||Chapter 2
Sat at her vanity table Lydia sweeps on another coat of Coral Bliss; the shade of lipstick she currently favours as it enhances the green hue of her eyes and contrasts with her alabaster skin. She pouts at her reflection out of habit, making sure that the colour is evenly spread and contained within her expertly applied lip-liner. Running her fingers through her loose red tresses, she scrutinises her outfit. The low necked floral dress seems more slam-me-against-a-wall-and-ravish-me than innocent-prom-queen as it had when she tried it on at Macy’s. The neckline is cut so low; she has no choice but to forgo a bra, although as her statistics show that lingerie never stays on very long during a second date, she doesn’t deem it that much of a problem.
Lydia supposes she could always change, her closet is overflowing with more appropriate choices but the low rumble of a car pulling onto the drive, signalling that Isaac was already here, quells her thoughts. She had actually doubted that Isaac was going to show up a couple of times this evening. Mostly because he had been a bashful, nervous wreck since their tutoring session/demi-date a few days ago, but Lydia was absolutely confident of two things. One was that her sheer intelligence could outperform anyone else in her school. The other was that there wasn’t a hot-blooded teenager who would turn down her offer of a date. Judging by Isaac’s sudden acquisition of a car, her self-assurance hadn’t been misplaced.
Still Isaac had avoided eye contact like it was physically painful and his cheeks were tinted pink during any classes they had together. Her fondest memory though had been when he walked into their shared chemistry class. Lydia had been feeling particularly devious and held onto his gaze as she swirled her tongue purposefully around the capped end of her pen, Isaac had promptly walked into a desk, apologised profusely to it and then bowed his head to the floor for the rest of the lesson.
She smirks at the memory as she sweeps up her purse from the end of her bed and makes her way downstairs. Lydia opens the front door, surprised to see Isaac leaning against a flashy black car. He certainly made an effort to impress herso she generously adds a little extra sway to her hips, smiling internally as his gaze doesn’t falter once as she sashays towards him.
“Nice car Lahey,” she tells him as he holds the door open for her and she relaxes into the soft leather.
“Derek’s,” Isaac answers gruffly, closing the door a little harder than he necessary before he makes his way round the car. “I made dinner reservations,” he says a little apprehensively from the drivers’ seat, his eyes trying to seek out her approval.
“Cancel them. I’ve already eaten,” Lydia replies flippantly, pulling down the sun visor to glance in the mirror and dabbing at corner of her lips with her index finger.
“I thought this was a date?” he asks inquisitively.
“It is. I gave you a phenomenal blow job, I expect more than dinner,” she remarks as she turns back towards him, snapping the sun visor shut abruptly. “I thought I’d made that point clear.”
“What did you have in mind then?” he questions quietly and you didn’t need to turn into a wolf once a month to hear the hurt in his voice, so she decides it’s time to ease up on the attitude.
“Take me for a drive Isaac,” she says softly with a smile playing around her parted lips.
Isaac drives mostly in silence, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. He doesn’t seem to be a fan of lengthy conversations and Lydia despises senseless small talk. She doesn’t stop her eyes wandering over to him; searching for the hardened muscles she knows are hiding beneath his clothes, taking in the way his broad shoulders stretch his sweater and the ripple of his biceps as he grips the steering wheel a little too tightly. Lydia catches him sneaking glances at her at every opportunity too, his gaze frequently falling south of her collarbone or to the hem of her dress which is pushed up around the top of her thighs.
