When I’m dressed, I find my father in his study. “I’m going out for a bit,” I say to him.
He looks up from his papers. “Where?” he asks.
“Just a walk,” I say. “Feeling a little strange after dinner. A walk might be good.”
He nods. “Bring someone with you.”
“Sure,” I say and wave. I go for walks around the neighborhood all the time. Normally, I bring Thomas or Reginald with me, but today I don’t bother. I slip into the elevator and ride it down to the ground floor.
I feel nervous as hell. I’ve gone out alone before, of course, but never to see a man that I know I shouldn’t see. I get to the street level and head outside. I walk down a few blocks toward a small park. It’s dark out though the sidewalks are mostly empty in this part of town. I stop outside of the entrance to the park and check my watch.
I’m a few minutes early, so I have to wait. It’s just enough time to wonder if I’m making a huge mistake.
Maybe my parents are right. Not about him being “low class” and not worth my time, but about his reputation. I don’t care where Gavin was born or how much money he had growing up, but I am worried about his experience.
I don’t have much experience, not compared to him. He knows things and has done things I’ve only ever fantasized about. I don’t know if I can handle the kind of man that would send a woman lingerie and a vibrator, especially a woman he barely knows.
But maybe that’s also part of the attraction. And there is an attraction, I can’t deny that. I want Gavin probably more than I even realize, even from the moment I first saw him. I think part of that stems from his experience. He’s older than me, more mature, and more experienced. I want him to show me what to do, to teach me how to have sex, to show me what my body can do. I think he can do that and a lot more.
I’m nervous and practically shaking with excitement when a black car pulls up in front of me. Gavin steps out and grins at me.
He’s so damn handsome, just like I remember. He’s tall, muscular, and he’s wearing a perfectly tailored suit. But there’s a gruffness to him, a hardness that the men I’m used to all lack. He’s confident and serious.
“I’m glad you came,” he says.
“Were you worried I wouldn’t?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all.” He leans in and kisses my cheek softly. I feel a thrill run down my spine. “Ready?”
“Sure,” I say. “Let’s go.”
I climb into the car and he shuts the door after me, walking around to the other side. Once he’s in, the driver starts going.
“Where are you taking me tonight?” I ask him.
“Somewhere fun,” he says. “But it’s not dinner, so I hope you’re not hungry.”
“I already ate,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “We’re going dancing.”
I feel a little flutter in my chest. I’ve been to clubs before, of course, but never with someone like Gavin.
We fall into a comfortable conversation until we arrive. It’s a place I recognize, or at least have heard of. It’s new, the sort of place I would have gone with my friends if they hadn’t all left for school. We climb out and Gavin skips the line, nodding at the bouncer as he lets us inside.
It’s obviously new. Everything looks clean and like it was recently taken out of plastic or something. It’s pretty crowded, which surprises me since it’s the middle of the week. Gavin walks confidently through the crowd and leads us to a private table. He must have set this up already, because there’s a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us.
“To our second date,” he says, pouring two glasses. He hands me mine and we clink. I sip the cold, sweet, bubbling champagne and look out at the club.
Beautiful people dance to the loud beat. Gavin sits close to me, his hand on my thigh, and I feel really out of place. I’m dressed for a walk in the street, not for a night out at the club. I have lingerie on underneath my sweater and jeans, but that’s not enough. I wish I had a cuter dress or something to make me blend in with the crowd better.
Gavin doesn’t seem to mind. He seems to only have eyes for me. I smile at him as he leans toward me.
“Dance?” he asks, that one word sending a thrill down my spine.
I look at him for a second then quickly nod. I want nothing more than to dance with this man. I want to feel him close to me. I crave it actually. I want to sweat and make him sweat and lose myself out there.
He grins and finishes his drink. I do the same, feeling good. He stands, takes me by the hand, and leads me out onto the dance floor. We join the mass of people all writhing to the beat. He moves his hips up against mine and I wrap my arms around his neck as he puts his hands on my hips.