A Dream Come True! [On Hiatus]

Chapter 15: The Date (part 2)

With no further delay;

Scarlett's POV...
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'Ring, ring!'

I hear the calling of the doorbell and take a look, one last time, at the standing mirror that traps my reflection.

My clone, has brown velvet denim shorts (although I hate shorts), a loosely fitted white Tee with a brown-ish, gray-ish owl in the center. Hair is left loose, strands glimmering under the faint light and minimum makeup applied.

I nod in satisfaction as I stride forward in my silver wedges.

Tyler is here! At last I earn my harmony and fun..

Jake and Cailey left hours ago, so I can leave without a trace. Only if they would come home late so I would have more time with Tyler.

Opening the door, I nervously scan my eyes down to my outfit.

My very first date....

It's understandable, that I'm a nervous wreck. What could happen though? I'm safe in Tyler's arms.

'Oh really, now? I bet he is not as protective as Robin is..'

Oh not tonight subconscious! You aint gonna ruin anything!

I open the door, to come face to face with a casual looking Tyler, standing at our porch, also, leaning against a pillar.

My gaze absentmindedly runs along his choice of clothes; black leather jacket (typical bad) hiding the dangerous heap of tattoos and muscles, washed blue jeans, ripped at the knees, sandy hair all spiked up and lastly, his lips moulded into a pleasing smirk.

Unexpectedly, my stomach drops down, making me feel nauseated.

For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this...

"Yo Sugar Lumps! Done checking me out, yet?", Tyler winks.

I stare into his ebony orbs, framed by his black-rimmed specs.

"Um, actually, I am done. Let's get going?"

"Yes, my lady", he bows down, then takes my hand in his, leading me to his black SUV.

In the pile of tinted metal, Tyler put a firm hand on my knee calf. Whoa now, what's that all about? This Casanova clearly must be thinking that I have a fetish for him.... Not that I'll deny that fact entirely...

"So, where you planning to take me to?", I quire.

"Some place special", Tyler beams but I still notice a hint of wickedness in his eyes.

"Oh c'mon! Don't be a party-pooper, tell moi!", I flash my innocent eyes.

"Do whatever you want Sugar Lumps, I still won't tell you. You most probably would kick box me and run all the way home even with those big-ass heels on. But trust me , it'll be a worthy experience for you..."

I gulp after that. Now I'm getting the creepy feels about this date...

"Oh and", Typer shifts in his seat, "you could even gimme a lap dance and I still won't tell. Well, maybe."

He's really insisting me on forcing him to tell, isn't he? Well he ain't getting any lap dance or back scrub! I'll just see what place it is for myself.

"No. I think I'm good."

Tyler pokes his bottom lip outwards, "aw. I thought you would. You very well know I like it when I get a hot lap dance , especially if the girl is as sexy as you are."