Lady Davina

Chapter 3

I was driving to Davina's house again. I was dressed in jeans, a dark blue shirt with a suit jacket. Before I got the job as Davina's assistant I didn't own any suits but when Davina hired me she said that I had to wear suits if I ever worked for her.

I have to admit I have gotten used to wearing suits at work...in fact, I haven't even missed dressing casually. I did, however, wear jeans tonight to be a little more comfortable.

I had bought another bouquet of flowers for Davina and I was also taking her to a dance club that required dancers to do the salsa, tango, and other exotic dancing styles. After dancing I was planning to take her to a restaurant. I guess you could say I was going all out for Davina yet again!

I parked my car in Davina's driveway and grabbed the flowers from the backseat and started walking to her front door. I just hoped she had taken me seriously when I mentioned that I was going to show up on her doorstep to take her out. I had e-mailed her earlier telling her what time I was going to pick her up.

I knocked on her door and a few seconds later she opened it.

"Damn it!" she hissed.

I gave her a smirk. "I told you I was going to take you out. Why did you get dressed up if you didn't want to go out with me?"

I have to say she was looking very sexy in a black and nude sleeveless dress that exposed most of her plunging neckline. Her ensemble was definitely not something she would wear at work where she dressed more conservatively.

"Because even if you didn't show up I would have still gone out without you."

"Well, here I am!" I cheekily said with a grin on my face.

"Yes...here you are," she replied dryly, not the least bit amused.

I handed her the flowers and she thanked me for them. She carried them inside and came out with a jacket and her purse.

"You are looking beautiful tonight, Miss Jordan!" I said, without stuttering this time.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," she replied.

We drove to the club and once we got in, she took off her jacket. I invited her to dance with me right away. We did the salsa, and I have to admit she was really good at keeping up.

We danced a few more times before sitting down at a table.

"I'll get the drinks since you are only 18," Davina said, adding "I'll be right back."

She came back a few minutes later with a reddish pink mixture for me. Before I could even ask she announced that it was a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple and something to drink for her.

I was curious so I asked her, "What are you drinking?"

"Tequila Sunset."

"I didn't take you for a tequila person."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Point taken."

"You are a pretty good dancer. Where did you learn the salsa?" she asked.

"My secret, but I'll tell you on the condition you don't say anything about how I can dance."

"I'll keep it a secret as long as you keep the fact I'm into kinky stuff a secret as well."

"I'll take it to my grave," I promised her. I paused before I answered her question about where

I learned to dance. "My mother taught me how to do the salsa and the tango and other dancing styles. She thought it would be a good idea to be able to dance to impress a lady if and when I decided to get married."

"Which, by the looks of things, you never want to do," Davina said.

"I wouldn't say never...just not right now. Right now I'm too young to think about marriage and making babies. The way I see it is that I should enjoy my life right now. By the way, you were pretty good on that dance floor yourself."

"Thank you. When I interviewed you, you said you were going to Colombia University in the fall. What are you studying?"

"Law."

"I am impressed. I would have thought you might be doing business or maybe just taking a few courses and just there because you got a scholarship for whatever high school sport you played."

She made the assumption I was a dumb jock! I should have been mad but to be honest, maybe talking wasn't such a bad thing. Yes...I had been looking at her breast most of the time. However, I didn't feel the need to jump her bones right then and there for being so damn beautiful.

"I'm a lot smarter than people give me credit for. I play the role of a dumb jock because in case you haven't noticed geniuses tend to get made fun of and picked on. And, yes, while I was a member of the football team at my high school, I never really wanted to become a pro. I was more or less staying focused on studying so I could get an education and a decent job."

"May I ask you a question that only a genius would know?"

"Of course."

"In 1979 which English art historian was exposed as a one-time Soviet spy and stripped of his knighthood?"

I gave her a smile, she didn't think I would know the answer. "Antony Blunt." I quickly respond.

Her eyes went wide in surprise. "Shit! Okay, how about this one. Who became the president after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln?"

"Andrew Johnson."

"Holy hell! Okay, one more and then I will have to admit I am very impressed. What was the better-known name of Charles I, the king of the Franks, who united most of western Europe during the Middle Ages?"

"Charlemagne."

"Wow!" she said, seeming very surprised and impressed.

"How about we dance and get one more drink before heading to our reservation that I mad at a restaurant?"

She nodded her head and took my hand as I lead her to the dance floor.