Fortunately, I didn't have anything to drink tonight, I don't think this would have ended up so well. Alcohol makes it trickier for me to control myself.
I called my company for a car to come to pick us up. The entire ride to my suite I could tell something was bothering her. She had to be thinking about him.
what did he say to her before I had gotten to her? Knowing him it was probably some dumb riddle."Langdon," I said, readjusting myself in the leather seat.
"Huh?" She questioned.
"That guy, his name is Langdon."
She sat there, staring out the window once more. The streetlights illuminating her face in passing. Even with a concerned expression, she looked immaculate.
"Do you always use this routine?" She asked, refusing to meet my eyes.
I wait in confusion, " I... did he say something along those lines?"
"It's not my place to be jealous or anything but I don't appreciate you playing dumb with me."
"What do you want me to say Nor? I'm a grown man. I do fill my free time-" I responded.
"I just don't want to be a conquest Atticus."
"Did I say you were?" I reply.
"You didn't say I wasn't?" She shot back.
I laughed softly, god, how frustrating!
I quickly shoot back, "Eleanor if you were a conquest, I would have had you the night I met you, I don't exactly chase woman for this long and I have never had to."Eleanor laughs," Yikes, Fabio. You could have just said no."
"You asked, I answered." I smiled chauvinistically.
"Well, at least you're honest." She smirked while rolling her eyes.
"I'm not exactly known to be a saint in the streets or the sheets my friend." I joked.
"Tsk tsk, and here I was hoping to corrupt a virgin." She pouts teasingly.
The idea of her being able to corrupt me was ludicrous, does she not know who she's messing with? Of course not. But I'm not much for words I'd much rather show than tell.
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As we enter my suite, I see her eyes light up for the first time tonight. She welcomes herself in through the door as I held it open for her.
"Oh my god, Antonio wasn't kidding! This place is g-"
"Gorgeous?" I replied.
"Goth. Super goth." She corrected.
"Touché?"
"But I love it! Look at this marble countertop and *gasp* the size of this island! How do you like your eggs in the morning?" She jokes.
"If you like my kitchen, you should see my room," I say, dropping subtle hints.
"Whoa! A crushed Velvet couch???", she screeches in delight. She reaches out to feel it before pulling her hand back. " Um, can I touch it?"
"You could... sit on it?" I answer.
As she gets herself comfortable in my living room, I decide to change into a clean dark gray t-shirt and some gym shorts. I then remember that it'd be courteous if I bring her a new top and some sweatpants. When I come back into my living room, I see she'd been patiently waiting for my return.
"Well, little miss behaved, would you like to change into something more comfortable? " I ask handing her my clothes.
She smiled hesitantly, "Where's your restroom?"
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Through Amber Eyes
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