After hours

Chapter Four

He had got me, and it didn't take us seven dates. Much to my dismay.

But there was something about Patrick, being with Patrick. He was just, passionate. Passionate about everything.

He told me on our first date he always got what he wanted. I believed him and responded with an eye roll and a comment somewhere along the lines of the little rich boys always do.

He had leaned forward across the table and told me. "But now I want you."

I leaned forward sensually, teasing my straw with my mouth and replied with the utmost of sexuality... "Daddy can't buy me." And then sat back with crossed arms and a victorious grin.

"Well he could." Patrick shrugged. Smug little bastard. "But I don't just mean sexually Ryan. I meant all of you." I didn't quite understand what he meant at the time. But I learned it quickly.

I tried hard not to like Patrick. I had tried really badly. I was rude, cold, and sarcastic and he handed whatever I dished out right back.

That first date when we exited the restaurant to see two beautiful black mares awaiting us I could tell Patrick was pleased with himself. He had a smug face, waiting for my "Oh how romantic!" to come out, but instead he heard something totally different.

"How many girls have you pulled this stunt on?"

A question that both stunned him, and also intrigued him. Our relationship was basically sealed from that point on. Patrick was intoxicated with my bluntness, the way I challenged him. And in a way, I was in love with the way he challenged me as well. Patrick seemed to have an uncanny ability to get me to do the things I was scared to do. Like go on a second date with him, the only thing I hated more than first dates were second dates.

I had been pretty firm on my answer to his second date request. "It doesn't seem like a good idea. Mixing business with pleasure? Now just isn't the right time." I didn't care how cliché I was, I had rehearsed it in my head for hours before I finally got to spring it.

"No, you're right. Now probably isn't right." He agreed with a solemn nod. "Tomorrow would probably work better for me too."

I was dumbfounded. "Patrick I didn't mean-"

"I'll pick you up from work. Bring a pair of sneakers and something you're not afraid to get dirty."

"Patrick!" I yelled as he walked away but it didn't phase him, he just kept going.

"See you at 5 o'clock, sharp!" He yelled over his shoulder.

It was hard to not get excited when on our second date he pushed me out of a plane. No, literally, we went skydiving. Just when I was insisting that no sensible person jumps out of a perfectly good plan, he pushed me. When we finally hit the ground, a couple hundred feet off from our intended spot, we were at a romantic picnic for two.

Patrick was good, and I mean really good. At everything he did. I could see why he got what he wanted, and it wasn't because daddy bought it for him. It was because he did whatever he needed to get it.

When we landed from sky diving, all I could do was sit on the ground and laugh. It was the most exhilarating experience of my life! I was partially furious at him for taking me because I hated planes, and when I told him no he didn't listen, when I told him I couldn't he pushed me. But on the other hand, I was insanely grateful for the experience. I knew I looked like hell. The goggles had left a funny imprint along my face and my hair, of God my hair! The stupid black and neon yellow jump suit really didn't help matters. But Patrick? Even after that he looked just as stunning and flawless as any other time.