up my mental volume
and let him have it. His face gives away nothing but he at least obeys my
command to keep eating his half of the dessert.
“Can I see your apartment then?” The
request falls out of my mouth before either of us can react. I realize it is
incredibly forward and goes against every dating rule I’ve ever read or
subscribed to, but I want answers. Maybe being on his home turf will make him
more willing to talk. I have building security’s number on speed dial, that makes
it okay, right? I am not ashamed he can hear my reasoning, if for no other
reason than he knows I mean to talk and nothing else.
“That is a marvelous idea.” He summons Paul
again and hands him the black card. “Club card,” he confirms.
Paul returns with the card and a slip of
paper for Lucan to sign. He puts the card back in his wallet and stands to pull
out my chair. I follow him to the front of the restaurant again, trying to keep
my mind quiet as I get a look at his backside. The pretty hostess hands Lucan
his jacket and opens the door for us. Then we are back in the overly bright
lobby. Lucan holds the heavy iron door open for me again and I can see the valet
standing at the curb in front of Lucan’s car. I am glad we don’t have to wait,
since I forgot my coat. Hopefully, Lindsey or Max will see it and take it
home.
“Here.” Lucan takes off his leather jacket
and holds it out for me. “I wondered, but I figured you Iowa girls liked the
cold.” He smiles sheepishly at his assumption.
The jacket smells like good leather and
cologne, not motor oil and mothballs like my grandfather’s. My pulse quickens
and I can’t help but snuggle into the jacket a bit. Lucan pauses for a split
second and his mouth drops open.
He shuts the car door behind me and walks
around to the driver’s side where the valet is standing. They exchange a few
words but I can’t hear them. Lucan climbs in and the valet shuts the door
before returning to his post. A warning chill runs down my spine as I catch a
glimpse of him in the side mirror. Lucan bristles next to me but I chalk it up
to the fact he no longer has his jacket. There is no way he’s creeped out by
the valet guy too.
The streets are completely empty now and
Lucan really opens up the Evora as we cruise back up Broadway. We don’t have to
stop once on the way back since the lights are synchronized. When we reach the
Chrysler, Lucan pulls the car into a gated driveway next to the building’s
loading dock. He swipes the black card and the gate glides open. I had no idea
the building had a parking garage, although I am sure it’s not a public garage
given the security system and that black card. We pull into a parking space and
I notice there are nearly a dozen other luxury vehicles parked in the small
garage.
“These aren’t all yours are they?” It is the
first thing I have managed to say since we left the Enclave, not that the trip
has take very long. According to the clock on the dash, it has taken three
minutes.
“If I say yes will you think badly of me?” Lucan
is out of the car before I can answer and is opening my door.
“No, but I will seriously take you up on
your offer to drive next time.” Some of the cars I have never seen outside the
pages of a magazine and some I’ve never seen before at all. There is an extremely
tricked out Hummer taking up two spaces along the far wall. That would be my
next choice, especially if we can take it off-roading.
“They are mine then. I collect them.” Lucan
sounds almost embarrassed that he collects luxury vehicles with six figure
price tags instead of something more economical like baseball cards or comics. A
man with the same expensive dark suit as the valet approaches us and greets
Lucan. He takes the keys and we walk towards an elevator in the center of the garage.
Again, he swipes the black card on a reader where the call buttons should be.
“I need to get one of those black cards,
apparently they
and let him have it. His face gives away nothing but he at least obeys my
command to keep eating his half of the dessert.
“Can I see your apartment then?” The
request falls out of my mouth before either of us can react. I realize it is
incredibly forward and goes against every dating rule I’ve ever read or
subscribed to, but I want answers. Maybe being on his home turf will make him
more willing to talk. I have building security’s number on speed dial, that makes
it okay, right? I am not ashamed he can hear my reasoning, if for no other
reason than he knows I mean to talk and nothing else.
“That is a marvelous idea.” He summons Paul
again and hands him the black card. “Club card,” he confirms.
Paul returns with the card and a slip of
paper for Lucan to sign. He puts the card back in his wallet and stands to pull
out my chair. I follow him to the front of the restaurant again, trying to keep
my mind quiet as I get a look at his backside. The pretty hostess hands Lucan
his jacket and opens the door for us. Then we are back in the overly bright
lobby. Lucan holds the heavy iron door open for me again and I can see the valet
standing at the curb in front of Lucan’s car. I am glad we don’t have to wait,
since I forgot my coat. Hopefully, Lindsey or Max will see it and take it
home.
“Here.” Lucan takes off his leather jacket
and holds it out for me. “I wondered, but I figured you Iowa girls liked the
cold.” He smiles sheepishly at his assumption.
The jacket smells like good leather and
cologne, not motor oil and mothballs like my grandfather’s. My pulse quickens
and I can’t help but snuggle into the jacket a bit. Lucan pauses for a split
second and his mouth drops open.
He shuts the car door behind me and walks
around to the driver’s side where the valet is standing. They exchange a few
words but I can’t hear them. Lucan climbs in and the valet shuts the door
before returning to his post. A warning chill runs down my spine as I catch a
glimpse of him in the side mirror. Lucan bristles next to me but I chalk it up
to the fact he no longer has his jacket. There is no way he’s creeped out by
the valet guy too.
The streets are completely empty now and
Lucan really opens up the Evora as we cruise back up Broadway. We don’t have to
stop once on the way back since the lights are synchronized. When we reach the
Chrysler, Lucan pulls the car into a gated driveway next to the building’s
loading dock. He swipes the black card and the gate glides open. I had no idea
the building had a parking garage, although I am sure it’s not a public garage
given the security system and that black card. We pull into a parking space and
I notice there are nearly a dozen other luxury vehicles parked in the small
garage.
“These aren’t all yours are they?” It is the
first thing I have managed to say since we left the Enclave, not that the trip
has take very long. According to the clock on the dash, it has taken three
minutes.
“If I say yes will you think badly of me?” Lucan
is out of the car before I can answer and is opening my door.
“No, but I will seriously take you up on
your offer to drive next time.” Some of the cars I have never seen outside the
pages of a magazine and some I’ve never seen before at all. There is an extremely
tricked out Hummer taking up two spaces along the far wall. That would be my
next choice, especially if we can take it off-roading.
“They are mine then. I collect them.” Lucan
sounds almost embarrassed that he collects luxury vehicles with six figure
price tags instead of something more economical like baseball cards or comics. A
man with the same expensive dark suit as the valet approaches us and greets
Lucan. He takes the keys and we walk towards an elevator in the center of the garage.
Again, he swipes the black card on a reader where the call buttons should be.
“I need to get one of those black cards,
apparently they
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