drag me down | grayson dolan

【sixteen】

My eyes stare up at the ceiling while my hands are neatly folded together across my stomach. A longing breath exhales my lips as I think back to the events of this morning. Angelo hasn't talked to me since we stood in Asher's home. I keep thinking back to the look on his face, almost like he wanted me to screw up. This job means everything to me, I would never intentionally want to jeopardize it.

The telephone next to me begins to ring, causing my head to turn in the direction of it. It's either Duke calling again to make sure I'm alright, or Grayson. I'm hoping for option number two. I pick the phone up and move it next to me on my bed. My fingers grip the handle as I pull the device to my ear.

"Hello?" My drained voice speaks.

"Babe, is everything alright?" Grayson's worried voice says from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, fine." I mumble with a low sigh. "Sorry, I've just been having a rough day."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He slowly speaks.

"I would much rather talk about how much I miss you." A smile forms on my face just thinking of him.

"I miss you too. You busy tonight?"

"No, not at all." I shake my head, knowing I don't have a shift at the bar.

"Perfect, we're having a date night. Consider this our third one." His small chuckle fills my ears through the phone.

"Where are we going?" I sit up with a happy smile.

"Just wear something seductive." He whispers. This action already sends chills down my spine. "I'll pick you up in an hour."

"Okay, so what-" Before I can finish my sentence, he hangs up the call.

I playfully roll my eyes and put the phone back on my nightstand. Rising to my feet, I walk over to my closet. Trying to find something 'seductive' isn't the easiest task.

I rummage through my clothing racks, until I pull out a short red dress. I haven't worn it in ages, and it seems to fit the look Grayson told me to have. Knowing I have matching red heels, I pull those out and begin to undress myself. The color red always stood out on me, due to my bright blonde hair and light colored eyes. I slip the dress over my body and watch it stop right above my thighs. It still fits me like a glove.

Walking over to my mirror, I brush through my wavy hair and decide to leave it down. I quickly apply some dark eyeshadow to my eyes and match it with a few strokes of eyeliner on my waterline. I have no idea where Grayson's taking me, but I love getting dressed up.

I clip a diamond necklace my father gave me onto my neck and place large hoop earring into my earlobes. I finish the look by running bright red lipstick over my plump lips. I grab my purse and head out of my apartment. My heels click along the carpet as I get into the elevator and head down to the lobby.

Once I'm outside, I see Grayson standing in front of his car. He's wearing a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. Dark denim jeans and black boots accompany the rest of his look. His eyes meet mine and my stomach drops down to my feet.

"Shit." He mutters while eyeing me.

"Is this seductive enough?" I point down my body.

He walks toward me and places his hand on my waist. "You look absolutely breathtaking." He continues to look at my tight dress.

"And you look very handsome." I grin while looking up at him. "I would kiss you, but I don't want to heavily smear you in red lipstick." I lightly giggle.

"It's okay." He kisses my cheek instead and leads me over to his running car. He opens the passenger side door and helps me settle in. I will always love his gentleman tendencies.