Chapter 10
Mason
I was leaning against my car right at seven o’clock as I called her on my cell. I let her know I was downstairs before I opened her car door, simply waiting for her to come out. I was excited about this date and about getting a second chance to get her into my pool of women. She came walking out in this dazzling black dress, her heels clicking devilishly down the stairs as her jet-black hair fanned around her shoulders.
She came prepared with sunglasses this time and slid right into my car.
“I enjoy a man who’s on time,” she said.
“Ready for that cruise?” I asked as I slipped into the car.
“Oh, definitely.”
She put her sunglasses on, throwing up a physical wall that followed us all the way to Wylie. I punched in the address of where we were going and hit the highway, allowing the top to come down once we were free of the paparazzi and cameras in downtown Dallas. I saw an easy smile flutter across her face, her hair blowing in all directions as we whizzed down the highway. Her body was so relaxed, so calm.
Much calmer than she had been during our first date.
“Enjoying the ride?” I asked.
“Very much so,” she said.
“I packed us a nice dinner. Made it all myself.”
“Oh, how fancy. I figured you’d have it catered in or something once we got there,” she said, grinning.
“Nope. You asked for a packed picnic, so that’s what I got us. There are grapes, homemade curry chicken salad with cashews, homemade croissant buns, butter, sweet tea, water, homemade roasted red pepper hummus, carrot slices, cherry tomatoes, and homemade chocolate cake for dessert.”
“Did you freshly churn the butter right there in your kitchen?” she asked.
“Nope,” I said, chuckling.
“Ah, such a shame. Better luck next time.”
The grin on her face filled my gut with excitement. She was playful. Sarcastic. Independent. So unlike the women I usually drove around with on my arm. She could meet me, tit for tat, in our verbal sparring matches, and I was actually looking forward to simply sitting with her and talking.
Even though I was worried about the subjects she would want to bring up.
We cruised down the highway for thirty minutes before we entered the Wylie city limits. It was a small town if I’d ever seen one. Quiet houses sat on the main stretch while the laughter of children in the backyards could be heard. My GPS system guided us to the edge of the lake, a hushed and secluded spot right as the sun was beginning to set. The water sparkled with the colors of the sky, reflecting perfectly the scenery around it.
It was like a special effect you’d see in a movie, and I could see the wonder on Sarah’s face as she pulled off her sunglasses.
I reached behind me and pulled out the basket of food. I opened up a sweet tea for her before I grabbed a bottle of water for myself. I still didn’t know how people drank that stuff. Tony was obsessed with it, but I couldn’t get past the sugar content of it.
“Not a sweet tea fan?” she asked.
“Not by a long shot, though Tony loves the stuff.”
“Good man,” she said.
“He is.”
We sat there, drawing out food as we ate in relative silence. Here, I wasn’t sure what she wanted. I didn’t know if she would start asking me questions, or if she expected me to offer up scenarios of my life. If it was the latter, she’d be waiting quite a long time. I didn’t ever talk about myself unless prompted, and even then I was a professional at skirting the shit stuff.
But she seemed content to simply eat and gaze out at the lake, and I was shockingly content at sitting here with her and absorbing her presence.
“Do you ever get angry at your mother?” she asked. “For leaving.”
“I did when I was younger. A lot. I read a lot outside of school, but I was a punk while I was in school.”
“How shocking,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Do you ever get mad at your mother?”
“All the time, even to this day. The anger is what fuels me to always push myself and become more successful. I can stand in front of the mirror and tell myself every morning I did it despite them.”
“My dad’s a good guy. I’m really close to him. I’m not so sure I could imagine not having either of my parents. He was influential in my success.”
“How so? You didn’t really dive into that during the interview.”
“It’s not really something I want the masses to know. I’m assuming we’re doing all this in confidence?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said.
It was the first time she turned her body toward me, and she actually unhooked her seatbelt so she could turn and face me completely.
The way she popped the grapes between her lips was mesmerizing, and I had to peel my eyes away from her lips just to answer her question.
“At first, I thought my idea was stupid. I was ready to abandon it altogether, even before I’d clued Tony into anything. He found my sketches and ideas one day lying around, and he encouraged me to pursue it.”
“He wasn’t hands-on, but he’s the reason you showed it to Tony.”
“Yes. Without him, none of this would’ve existed,” I said.
“He sounds like a good man.”
I could hear the sadness in her voice, and for the first time, I felt like I was seeing the actual Sarah. Not the one she showed to her audience or the one she portrayed on her show, but the scared little girl inside who was fearful of letting any man in, really.
And I couldn’t blame her, after the shit her dad had pulled.
“What happened to your mom after she left?” she asked.
“She found a job. Got remarried. Had a kid. Pretended like we didn’t exist. I never got phone calls from her or birthday cards. I tried calling her on holidays, but she only answered when it was convenient. Then, when I took to social media and started raising that money for the project, she conveniently popped back into my life. Wanted to be a part of it. Go do things with me. And I went and took her to a few things. A couple of shows. Some dinner. All of it I was conveniently expected to pay for.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Shit happens. People come out of the woodworks all the time who you’ve run into once you’re famous.”
“Don’t I know it,” she said.
“Did your parents do that to you when your show began?”
“No. I haven’t talked to them at all since I was put into foster care. But friends from high school did. Added me on social media everywhere and ‘wanted to catch up’. Had some cousins blatantly ask for money. Things like that.”
“Fuck, my aunts and cousins pulled that shit too.”
“It’s like, when I wasn’t shit, you didn’t care about me, and now that I’ve got some money, I’m expected to float you because part of our DNA matches up? Does that mean I have to take care of all the orangutans at the zoo too?”
I threw my head back and laughed. Her honesty and humor were incredibly refreshing. I enjoyed our banter when she was upset, but this type of easy talking with her was really nice.
I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone like this except for Tony.
“Anyway, yeah. I know exactly how that feels,” I said.
“At least someone does.”
We sat there for a little while longer. Until the stars started to twinkle upon the face of the lake. It was completely still like no life existed underneath the water. It looked like glass you could walk on, and I actually thought about sliding my hand over and taking hers. She said she didn’t want it to happen until we were driving back, but there was something about the way the stars twinkled on top of the lake.
There was something about the unadulterated joy she got out of something so blatantly simple.
But I shook the thought from my head. I needed to stick to what she’d told me, and I knew where our next stop was. I cranked up the car, put the top back down, put our trash in the back of my car, and slowly backed away from the lake. I pulled us out onto the main road going through Wylie before I slipped my hand solidly into hers, and it was the first time I really got a chance to feel the size difference between us. Her entire hand fit into nothing but the palm of mine, which only enhanced her vulnerability in my eyes. I looked over at her, and I could see her mind turning over something behind her eyes.
I laced our fingers together just as she threw a curveball into our plans.
“Change of plans,” she said.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“We’re not going back to your place.”
I felt disappointment rake my entire body. What? After all this. After all the opening up and the laughter and the silent vulnerability, it was just going to end?
“I’ll take you back home,” I said.
“Oh, you will,” she said as her head turned toward me, “and you’ll be coming up with me too.”
I saw a malicious smile cross her cheeks out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on her hand. I kicked it into gear, racing down the road and weaving in and out of cars while she squealed and giggled. Her hand clasped tightly onto mine as we took tight turns and swerved over lanes, the joy apparent on her face as she threw her head back and laughed. I’d never been with a woman who was so easily entertained by something like this.
I could take her on a fucking cross country tip with nothing but a bag of clothes and a tent, and she’d probably love it.
I pulled us into the parking garage of her apartment complex, and I got out to open her door. She took my hand and pulled me toward the elevator, running in her heels as I strode behind her. I took in her luscious curves and her strong legs. The way she seemed so steady running in five-inch heels. I grinned at the way she tugged me into the elevator, pressing the button that rose us to her level as her chest panted lightly for air.
But the moment I stepped into her apartment, I was honestly impressed.
It was really nice for someone who seemed to push away the idea of money and riches. The cherry mahogany hardwood floors permeated her entire three-bedroom apartment. The carpet that was in each room was plush and soft, almost silken, in a way. She had a cozy fireplace with furniture that surrounded it and a heat-tempered television mounted right above the mantelpiece.
I was so busy studying her home that I didn’t hear her clicking down the hallway with a tray of cocktail ingredients.
“I believe I was promised one last thing,” she said as she handed me the tray.
She sat down on the couch that faced the fireplace as I got to work on the cocktails. She brought out all the ingredients for an appletini and then had a small crystal container of aged bourbon for myself. I watched her sink into the cushions, her toes kicking off her shoes as she sighed with relief. It was interesting, seeing her in such a comfortable state around someone like me, someone she portrayed to not enjoy.
“A cocktail for the lovely lady,” I said.
I handed her the martini glass before I sat beside her on the couch. Her body was warm like I remembered it, and we sat and stared at the absent fire and simply enjoyed each other’s company. This was the part that she wanted to be fluid. This was the part she wanted to be natural.
And my natural instinct was to throw this fucking bourbon back and take her right here on this couch.
I threw my drink back, gulping it down as she slowly panned her gaze my way. I placed it on the floor, kicking my shoes off as I stared at her. The way her cheeks were flushed, the way her lips curled around the edge of that glass, all of it was bombarding my senses, how soft her hand had felt in mine, how pliable her hips were, sinking into the couch, how softly her hair seemed to glow, even in the moonlight streaming through her apartment windows.
I watched her drink down her appletini, her eyes hooking onto mine as the innocently-glistening blue darkened into a thunderstorm of lust.
I pried the empty glass from her fingertips as a droplet of drink sat on her lower lip.
I leaned in, flicking my tongue across the droplet as I gathered it into my mouth. I heard her sigh, our bodies hovering beside one another as we both waited for the other to make the move. I’d done everything she asked for. Everything she wanted.
Now, it was her turn to come to me.