I saw it as getting a woman I wanted. Plain and simple.
Rick was pissed, of course. He has to deal with the questions and the pressure now, and he thinks there might be some business ramifications.
Doesn’t matter to me. I have more fucking money than I know what to do with, and my business is rock solid. Nobody in this city can fuck that up considering I deal mostly with the Feds and the military. I have some deep contracts with them, the sorts of things that don’t go away unless I truly fuck up. Buying a woman at a charity auction against the wishes of her rich family isn’t nearly bad enough.
But none of that makes me nervous. It’s Sadie herself. I don’t know why, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her standing up on that stage. I keep picturing her long dark hair covering her breasts, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton panties. I’d feel her smooth light skin, her full red lips, and wrap my fist through her thick hair, pulling her head back.
My heart beats fast as I get lost in my fantasy. I almost don’t notice it when Sadie appears at the door to her building, frowning out at the car.
I quickly get out and walk toward her. She looks at me, her eyes widening slightly, but she doesn’t look surprised.
Good. I want her to know about me. I’m betting her family has told her some unflattering things.
Sadie stands there and extends her hand, maybe a little stiffly. She’s wearing a relatively conservative outfit, tight dark jeans and a dark blue cardigan, but her hair is down and her eyes look excited. I take her hand, shaking it, and smirk at her.
“I’m your date,” I say.
“Sadie,” she answers.
“I know. And I think you know my name.”
She bites her lip. “Gavin.”
“That’s right.” I smile larger. I really like the sound of her voice and the feeling of her palm against mine. I let her hand drop. “It’s good to meet you. Ready?”
She nods once. “Ready.”
“Where’s the chaperone?” I ask her as we head to the car. That was one stipulation her parents put on this date.
“He’ll follow in his car,” she says.
“I’m surprised. I expected him to be in my lap the whole night.”
“My mother would have loved that,” she says, smiling a little mischievously. “But I convinced her otherwise.”
I smile and open the car door for her, shutting it once she gets in. That’s very, very interesting. She convinced her mother to let us have a little alone time, at least during the car rides. I wonder why she would do that.
I walk quickly and purposefully around the car then get in on the other side. Once I’m in, the driver heads off, the divider up between him and us.
“So Gavin,” Sadie says. “Where are you taking me tonight?”
I smile at her, leaning toward her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and even being this close to her makes my heart hammer. “Somewhere special,” I say. “At least, special to me.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“It is,” I say. “You know, I’m not from all of this.” I gesture at the big buildings all around me.
“Not from the city?” she asks with a little smile.
I grin at her. She clearly understood me, but is giving me a hard time. “I’m from the city, but not this part. We’re going to a place that I grew up with.”
She perks up a little bit. “Really? I’d really like that.”
“It’s called Luberto’s. It’s a little Italian place on the west side of the city.”
“Seriously?” she asks, laughing. “I’ve never been to the west side before.”
It’s my turn to laugh, surprised. “You’ve never been to an entire part of the city?”
“I know. It’s stupid, right?”
“Not stupid. Just a shame. You’re missing out.”
“I know,” she says, and there’s something more behind her words.
“I’m glad your first time can be with me.”
She blushes suddenly and looks out the window. “Right. Of course.”
I cock my head at her, a little confused about her reaction, but I decide not to press it.
As we drive to Luberto’s, I ask her little questions about her life, where she grew up, the schools she attended. I keep it light and easy, not wanting to dive into the hard stuff yet. She’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and tells me all about her life as an upper crust rich girl.
None of it is surprising. She has the same life as a million other girls like her. That’s not really what interests me about her, if I’m being honest.
It’s the way that she talks about her life that fascinates me. Most rich girls seem to think that the sun shines out their ass, but not Sadie. She plays down the schools she went to, the things she did, like it isn’t the most elite of the elite possible. She doesn’t brag about her family, which most rich girls do, and she doesn’t press me about my own.