Novaletti Factor

Chapter 3~

A Night With Novaletti

Elise~

I was running away...to the bathroom,  that was. I could hardly think properly under Micah's aroused gaze. We were talking, which was good, but I could tell his mind was in an entirely different dimension. I seriously considered finding a back way out and really running away. Once I was safe in the clubs women's restroom, I leaned against the sink and frowned at my reflection. My cheeks were animated a rosey pink and the alcohol from two mixed drinks had my golden irises glossed over. Sweat beaded my hairline from the warm temperature of the club. What had I been thinking, coming here with him?

"You weren't." I replied out loud. I should be at home right now, finishing my wine and watching a movie. For fucks sake, I had to work tomorrow. It felt like I stood in the restroom for thirty minutes having a battle with myself and probably would have stayed longer hadn't a group of giggling, too-drunk females came stampeding in. I squeezed my way out, back into the loud, dark, smokey club and made my back to the corner I had left Micah; butterflies in the pit of my belly my only companion.

"Get lost?" Micah asked me, with a knowing smile when I made it back. Something like that. Before I could slide back into the booth beside him, he abandoned his half empty drink and got up. "Let's get out of here. It's getting late." As if I had a choice. He took my hand and led the way out of the club.

Once we were in his expensive car again, the conversation was scarce. I was so nervous, I was nearly nauseous and as we drove through the city, I scowled out the window. Sebastian. He was the blame for this. I should have never taken the session for the brokerage company. I didn't need the damn money, business was fine. So, just tell him to take you home. Right now. As if Micah Novaletti could sense my unease, he glanced away from the road. "Are you alright? I can take you home, if you want."

The way his jaw ticked was a sure sign that taking me home was the last thing he wanted to do. It was hard not to notice how irresistibly handsome his chiseled face was in the city lights as he drove. I nibbled my lip, gave it my last thought. Stop being such a chicken, Elise and...what? Tell him that going home was exactly what you wanted to do?

Or going home with him was what my body wanted to do. "I'm fine." I finally replied, feeling a whole lot of skepticism. His ego had been huge, since the first meeting with him; the dinner visit and even tonight at the club but now...he was being respectable. Giving me a choice when something told me he didn't give choices too often.

I expected him to drive into a private parking garage of a condominium and take me up to the highest floor where the view would be breathtaking of the the city and expensive furniture would occupy the place. Overrated right, but quite the opposite happened; He drove into a neighborhood much like the one I lived in myself and pulled into a driveway that belonged to a modern two story house.

I figured when he came around the car, after killing the engine and getting out, to open the door for me it just to win some points. Even the whole holding my hand thing had me convinced. When we made it up the walkway, decorated with neatly trimmed bushes and a small goldfish pond, and to the front door he punched in a code on the tiny lock pad and opened things up.