Entangled ✔️

Chapter 7

In Which our heroine has her first kiss

Adam adjusted his favorite silver tie with in the vanity mirror of his car. He was waiting for Ahana, so they could start their double date with Meisha and Jason. Date? The thought of dating her was so strange. He wondered what his friends or previous lovers would think of them together.

They would laugh their asses off and think Adam was playing a practical joke. It would be difficult to persuade people they were a couple, but Adam was willing to give it the old college try.
He smoothed down his hair and wondered how Ahana would be dressed. The thought only depressed him. She was totally lost when it came to clothes. She might as well wear a bedsheet. His penis suddenly stirred at the idea of  in nothing but a bedsheet. I need to get laid, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

The other thought that plagued him was the good-bye kiss from the other night. Adam had tried to make a show in front of Jason and Meisha by giving her a sweeping kiss, and she’d backed away from him. No girl had ever rejected his kiss. He was the one who rejected kisses and tried to keep girls at arm’s length. The rebuff, especially from this mousy girl, stung a little.

He would have to talk to her about that tonight. It was hard enough to portray a couple without her making it seem completely unrealistic by rejecting him. They needed a few shows of public affection to pull off the desired effect. Adam wasn’t looking forward to it, but he had committed and, like he promised Ahana, would see it through.

Adam’s jaw dropped when Ahana stepped out of a silver convertible. He didn't knew she had a car, since she always left before him. Adam jumped out of his SUV to survey it more closely.

“You came out of that beauty ?” he asked in disbelief.
“Why are you so surprised?” she asked, smiling boldly.

“It’s just so…different than what I thought you’d choose.” Ahana seemed like the kind of girl who would own a sensible, fuel-efficient midsize sedan.

She shrugged. “ it's not mine, It  Belongs to a work friend, but I like fast cars.”

Adam walked around the vehicle, appreciating the artistic lines of its fine craftsmanship. It wasn’t an automatic either. He had never met a girl who liked stick shift.

“Can I take it for a spin?” he asked, trying not to drool.

“No,” she replied without hesitation. “ It's not mine, I don’t let anyone drive this car. I don’t even park in valet.” Adam was perplexed. Just when he thought he had this weird girl figured out, she threw him for a loop.

“I’m a good driver. I can drive a stick.”

“I’m sure you are, Adam, but I don’t like anyone driving this baby but me.”

Ahana spoke about the car the way a man would. Adam wondered how much she really knew.

“Three-liter engine?”

“Yeah, right. Try five. I like horsepower,” Ahana answered smugly.

“Pulling power?”

“You mean torque? Three-ninety grunt, but this car isn’t just all torque and no action, Adam. It’s a V-8. I’m talking eyeballs in the back of your head. It rotates on a dime and shifts like butter too. Soon I will be able to own a car like it. ”

Adam whistled, impressed by the girl’s knowledge as much as the car.

He took her arm and led her into the restaurant. He grimaced, forgetting his fixation with her car when he looked down at her clothes. “What the hell are you wearing?”