Love's lawyer

Chapter 8

Alan's POV

As we ate our dinner together, I couldn't stop but looking at the magnificent woman in front of me. It seemed as though we could stay hours like that talking about everything and anything. A little while later, we had both finished our dinner and saw that we were among the last of the guest for the evening.

I had arranged for my driver to pay the dinner so we didn't have to worry about that tonight. As we both exited the restaurant and waited for our car, I saw Rose shiver slightly under the cool spring night breeze. Without a second thought, I took my dining jacket off and placed it on her shoulders with a slight smile.

"Thanks, Alan, you're a true gentleman. Aren't you?" She asked with a slight smile, wrapping herself further with the coat.

"Many say that I am. I wasn't going to let you catch a cold after everything you did for me." I replied with a smile.

I saw the car come up to the front of the hotel and made a sign for it to stop right in front of us. I opened the door for Rose and let her get inside the car before rounding the car and getting in thanks to Lloyd who had opened the door for me.

"I guess I should bring you back home." I declared to Rose who had buckled her seatbelt.

She let out a small sigh before nodding and giving the address to the driver.

Rose's POV

It all felt like a wonderful dream. Everything seemed as though it was too good to be true. I knew I had to leave him at one point or another, but a part of me wanted this moment to last forever.

"Would you care for a drink Rose?" He asked, opening a minibar, hidden inside a small compartment

I was amazed, how could a car be accommodated with so much comfort, mine only had AC and I already considered that a great luxury.

"I wouldn't mind actually, anything will do," I said.

He rummaged through the bottles and let a small 'got it' once he found the bottle he was looking for. He took it out of the cabinet and I remarked it was a nice bottle of champagne, he prepared the two glasses and handed one of them to me.

"To this wonderful evening, Rose" he toasted, looking at me in the dead of the eyes.

I toasted with him and drank the champagne he had served me. Three glasses later, we began talking about our passions.

Never had I tell anyone about my dirty little secret. When I was younger, I always wanted to become an actress, more exactly a stage actress. The only problem was that I knew my parents didn't have enough money to pay for the school I would have needed to go to, so I never asked them. Even though I didn't manage to become an actress, I stayed very fond of theatre and went to see plays in the East End as often as possible.

"I'm just wondering who's your favorite theatre author of all time?" I asked him.

"Oh, well I do have an author I really like. He is French, it's Victor Hugo, he was one of the most influential political figure and writer in his time. He lived during a large part of the 20th century and wrote pretty much everything from poetry to novels, to theatre. Did you know that he wrote Notre Dame de Paris to save the building from destruction? My favorite play from him is Lucrecia Borgia. He inspired himself off of the historical figure but gave her credit for the crimes her brother committed. That's why she is so hated today." He told me, seeming passionate about the subject. "But you, tell me who's your favorite author?"

"Mine is also a French author. It's Molière. My favorite play is Tartuffe. In this play, Molière criticizes the people that use religion to reach their fates." I explained briefly, not doing him the insult of explaining who Molière was. "But do tell me how it is that you know so much on French Theatre?"

"Well, as you may know, my wife, or should I say my ex-wife as of now is French and me being a man of theatre, we went and saw many plays in Paris and in the rest of France. And you?"

"Actually, I studied French at school and unlike my classmates, I thought it was extremely interesting so I continued to study it out of class whenever I could... So I read a lot of French and am fluent in it now."

"Sir, Madame, we have arrived at our destination" the voice of the driver came over the intercom separating the two part of the car.

I heard him sigh heavily before feeling him getting out of the car. I had barely the time to place my hand on the door handle before the door opened itself. It was Alan who had opened the door for me. He had a slight smile on his face that betrayed some sort of sadness.

"Rose, I really had a wonderful evening." He whispered, remarking he was quite close to me.

"I had a wonderful evening too Alan. Thank you for everything. But next time you have to let me invite you..."

"I would really like that Rose..." he said, letting his sentence hang in mid-air.

"Alan..." I said, not knowing what to add.

"Rose..." he whispered, leaning in towards me.

I leaned in myself and without a second thought and he placed a small kiss on my lips, quickly enough, his hands went to my hips and pressed my back to the car. I slightly grunted when my back hit the car but didn't break the kiss. The kiss lasted a few moments until both of us had to break for air.

"Rose, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have..." He mumbled trying to look away.

I placed my hand on his cheek and turn his head towards me. He looked at me with his two loving eyes and I placed another kiss on his lips. This time, the kiss was less urgent and softer. It was like we wanted to convey the softest of sentiment to the other.

"It's alright Alan... I understand..." I said, turning away from him and walking to my apartment's door.

He grabbed my hand and chucked him towards him before looking at me in the dead of the eyes.

"No, Rose, you misunderstood me... I don't want you to think I am using you..." He said, caressing my cheek lightly.

"I would never think you would use me, Alan..." I replied looking sweetly at him.

"Come with me then," he blurted out.

"You're sure Alan? I mean, aren't your kids home with your wife?" I asked, my heart telling me to follow him without a second thought while my brain was saying a completely different story.

"Yes, of course, I am sure. I don't know why, but being next to you calms me. Secondly, no my ex-wife isn't home, nor are the children. She took them this afternoon and is only bringing them back on Friday for the weekend." He replied looking deep into my eyes.

"Alright..." I answered, shaking my head slightly in amusement.