Games and Pleasure

Chapter 8: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Wouldn't we be quite the pair?-you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile."
~A letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to her husband F. Scott Fitzgerald

I entered my parents's suite, finding them in a deep conversation about the luggage.

"Your dad forgot his tie at home, great, perfect!" My mother exclaimed glaring at my father in disapproval. Throwing her hands in the air she made her way to the bathroom and locked herself inside.

He can wear another one, can't he? Relax mom.

"She's just nervous about your sister's wedding." Dad told me, trying to make up for my mothers behavior.

"I'm sure you packed like a hundred ties, it'll be fine." I smiled kindly at him.

I knew how my mom could sometimes react to the smallest things, she would go all loco and throw everything around her to the floor. Yup, she had a bad temper.

He sighed and shook his head in disbelief.

"Uhm....dad, I was wondering if I could leave for an hour and come back later? I kind of have something to do." I pressed my lips in a tight line and raised my eyebrows.

"What?" He instantly asked.

Wow, hold on there, I didn't think of an excuse.

"I'm having coffee with a friend." Holy crap, I can't lie.

"You have a friend?" His mouth popped open and he seemed like he was about to laugh but managed to hold it in. Great, even my dad thinks I'm a loner.

You ARE a loner, my subconscious reminded me.

"Dad." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Ok fine, go, we'll see you at dinner." He shook his hand signaling at the door.

"Is she going to be ok?" I pointed at the bathroom.

"She," He sighed. "She'll be fine, I'll talk to her."

"Ok." I hugged him. "Thanks."

I exited the room to find Harry waiting, going through his phone.

"We can go." I whispered.

I was actually afraid that my mom or dad were about to come out of that room and find me with this attractive young man that looked like he could own a thousand Benz.

"Why are you whispering?" He said in the same tone as mine, smiling, an all-teeth-showing smile and I swooned.

He actually did have a playful side, and that smile of his and the dimples that formed on his cheeks were the death of me.

You like him, don't you? My subconscious asked me and I threw her in the shadows of my thoughts but I couldn't hide a satisfactory smile.

"I'm just being cautious." Cautious about what? See, this is what I was talking about, I see him and my mouth and brain can't seem to corporate with me.

"I like that." He grinned. "Let's go." He placed his hand on my lower back and holy crap, my heart started pounding and butterflies filled my stomach. He was holding me.

We made our way down the corridor and to the elevators.

I was suddenly reminded of Amanda, Harry's little slut. When I met them he had his hand on her back. Did she feel how I was feeling? Did her heart almost drop to floor just by his touch? No, I'm sure not, she was probably used to it anyway.