Games and Pleasure

Chapter 3: Movies and Bubble Baths

CHAPTER THREE

My old man is a bad man but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
and he grabs me, he has me by my heart.

~ "Off to the Races" Lana del Rey

"So you're Rebecca's little sister." Harry said while he started the engine. The car interior suddenly filled with the sweet sound of a French melody.

"I am." I softly replied, crossing my arms and staring out of the window as he pulled out of the parking lot.

The pain my heels were causing me was unbearable, I just wanted to get home and sleep, maybe take a quick shower first since I smelled like cigarettes and whiskey.

The music in the background made it harder for me to keep my eyes open. Which song was it anyway? It sounded so familiar.

"Do you mind?" He asked and I watched him as he reached down in his pocket to pull out a cigarette. Great, I hated that smell.

I looked up form his hand to his face and his cigarette was already in his mouth. "No, go ahead."

It's his car anyway, it would be rude to tell him not to smoke.

"Want one?" His rusty voice asked as he lit the cigarette with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel.

"I don't smoke." I smiled politely.

He just raised his eyebrows at me in surprise and then turned his attention to the road.

He didn't look too old like Brody or Jared, it was probably the dimples or his cheeky smile that gave him the appearance of a young man but he did look tired though, he had small bags under his eyes, small but noticeable. His curly hair was pulled back and it lightly rubbed the top of his neck.

"What?" He snuck a quick glance at me.

I was staring. Fuck.

"60 Riverside Boulevard," I quickly said before returning my attention to the window trying to avoid any remarks about me weirdly staring at him. "Take me there"

"I know, your sister told me where you live" He grinned, rolling down his window to let the smoke out.

Well, that was uncomfortable.

After a couple of minutes of silence I started getting anxious, what was he thinking? Was he as uncomfortable as I was? Surely not, he seemed so self-assured.

"What are we listening to?" It took all the courage I had to actually elaborate a proper sentence.

He grinned glazing at me. "You really don't know?"

Was he making fun of me? Of course I didn't know, that's why I asked!

I shook my head and gave him a puzzled look.

He smiled, not a fake mocking smile, but a teeth-showing smile. "It's La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf, do you like it?"

Wow, his French accent was perfect, did he speak French? He probably did, that language was so hard to pronounce and there it was rolling perfectly off his tongue.

I nodded. "I've heard it before, in a movie I think."

"Which one?" He took a puff of his cigarette before throwing it out of the window.

"Love me if you dare." I smiled.

I loved that movie, the first time that I saw it was in my French literature class back in high school. I didn't understand a word since all the actors were French but god, the chemistry between the lead couple made me look for it later on YouTube. I fell in love with each dialogue.