There's Just Something Sexy About...

There's Just Something Sexy About... *4*

There's Just Something Sexy About... *4*

I was walking to my car when I felt someone tug on my arm. I wanted to slap whoever it was who thought touching me was completely alright, but when I turned, I met Luke's pair of baby browns. I shook my head as I caught myself enveloped in his gaze. "Can I help you?"

"Well...I'm entering my paintings into a gallery, and the gallery opens tomorrow night. Would you be willing to go?" He seemed slightly nervous to ask me and so I released the edge from my voice when I answered.

"What time?"

"Seven to nine, but I'd never expect you to stay that late." An adorable smile was plastered on his mouth as he realized I was seriously considering going.

To the hell with holding back, I figured. "Sounds great. Where?"

"Can I pick you up?"

I didn't exactly like the thought of having no way to get home if I needed to leave abruptly, but I guessed I could always pay a cab. "Six thirty?"

"Awesome! I'll see you then!"

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I watched him wave goodbye and walk to his own car.

~*~*~*~

I slipped on a simple white dress, the clock nearing six thirty on Wednesday night. I hadn't seen Luke too much during school, and I had been slightly disappointed. Now I was just nervous as hell.

He had told me it was a 'grey tie' event. I didn't know what that meant for I had only heard of a 'BLACK tie' event, but he explained that it wasn't extremely formal, but it wasn't casual at all.

I had decided on the white cocktail dress only moments before the bell rang. It was soft and elegant, hanging loosely over my body. It was just a dress that had spaghetti straps, falling over my body in a plain square with a slightly ruffled bottom; some would call it a baby-doll dress. It didn't hug close to my frame, but it looked decent and age appropriate.

My hair hung in a low, relaxed bun and a few of my curls caressed my face for they had come loose. I slipped on a pair of white flats, grabbed my hand bag, and sprinted down the stairs. I felt bad for keeping him waiting.

I opened the door with a smile. "Hey."

"You look amazing," he smirked back at me.

"I could say the same."

I really, really could. He looked sharp in a black button up shirt, along with a pair of black slacks. A glossy white tie rested on his neck as well, his muscular form screaming with god-like perfection.

There's just something sexy about a guy in a suit and tie.

I shut the door behind me and followed him to his car. He opened the side door for me and I slid in, slightly blushing at the chivalry. He started the car and was pulling out of my driveway in no time.

A simple question kept nagging at my mind until I decided to just ask it. "This isn't a date, right?"

He seemed a little taken aback, but he didn't say anything for a moment. "Not unless you want it to."

I let out a long breath. I shouldn't be relieved, but I was. I guess I was just happy that we had put it out there in the open, addressing it before it became a problem. "OK, thanks."

"You really don't want to date me, do you?"

He didn't look at me and I began to feel ashamed. "It's not that, Luke. It's just that I don't want to get caught up in a relationship right now. I don't know you, and so I want to get to know you before I ever made such a move. For all I know, you could be some temperamental abusive guy and had I said I wanted to be in a relationship, I'd be stuck in a complicated situation I could have avoided. I'm just staying on the safe side."