Driving Miss Catherine

He's What?

Sebastian made sure Cat forgot about whomever that white-gloved, blond haired sailor was (as Seb referred to him) as he drove her home. It’s hard to think of anything when you’re speeding around tight corners in the dark, worrying that your insane chauffeur might kill someone. He slowly drove up her driveway, trying to think of something to say to Cat before dropping her off in front of her house. The car crawled to a stop and he waited a second before getting out to open her door. Cat sat still, her mind still catching up after their exciting drive home.

Seb stood next to her open door, waiting for her to get out of the car. “Miss Catherine?” He finally said after she didn’t move for a minute.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I was just…” she slowly climbed out of the car, but lost her footing. She fell right into her driver’s arms in the most uncoordinated, unattractive, clumsy, way.

“Are you okay?” Seb asked as he caught her and tried to help her up, but she leaned on him limply. He looked up toward the house for Gibbons, but the butler had long since gone to bed. It was close to midnight, and Seb didn’t know if anyone else would be awake. “Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Cat started to mumble and tried to take a step forward, but fell back into his arms. In one swift motion he swooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the house.

“I think it’s time for sleeping beauty to get to bed, eh?” He glanced down at her in her princess dress as he opened the door. Once inside, he got her up the stairs and realized he didn’t know where her room was. There were too many to choose from and one didn’t stand out as being Cat’s bedroom. “Which one is yours?”  He whispered to her. 

‘Third floor,” she said sleepily through half closed eyes.

“Third floor,” Seb groaned, but he carried her up the last flight of stairs and at the top was a room that was very obviously Cat’s. It had light pink walls, and big, white, fluffy canopy bed, and an antique white writing desk in the corner with her macbook balanced on the edge of it. Seb carried her to the bed and gently set her on the edge of it, helping her sit up. “Are you all set?” He started to turn to leave, but saw she was falling over. 

“I can’t sleep in this dress.” She began pulling at the zipper on the back, but couldn’t reach it. Seb hesitated and slowly reached forward to unzip the back of her dress. ‘If Albert ever saw this…’ He muttered under his breath in German, but Cat made no note of even noticing he was talking. He turned away as Cat started to climb out of her dress. When she stopped moving, he looked back to find her lying face down on the bed, almost completely naked. He gingerly covered her with a blanket from the foot of her bed before leaving. He took one last look at her beautiful sleeping face before quietly closing her door.

Cat did not awake the next morning thinking it was odd that her chauffeur had helped her out of her dress, in fact, she barely remembered it. All she could think about was the gorgeous guy she’d met the night before, and that was all she thought about for the next week. She was more than eager to agree to see him again, even if it meant playing golf with her dad’s friends. He always invited her to play each weekend, but most of the time she declined. She appeared disinterested, “Oh, sure dad, I’ll play, I guess….” But really she was more than excited to get dressed up in her cutest golf outfit for Heikki. 

She even took the time to get her nails done, something she hated. Cat brought her best friend Charlotte along, since Cat didn’t really like getting her nails done, and she wanted to talk to someone about her new crush.

Their nails were almost done by the time she could bring it up, since Charlotte had talked about her vacation in Scotland almost non-stop.

“I think I have a crush,” Cat said quietly, once Charlotte stopped talking.