Oliver gives us both a wave before he runs to Noah’s car and climbs in, Noah trailing behind him.
“You’re early,” I say to Soren.
“And you look beautiful,” he replies as he gives me a once-over. “Though I’m getting a little jealous of your dresses,” he adds.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Because the dress is lucky to be hugging you so tightly,” he deadpans.
I throw my head back and laugh. “Who knew you were funny?”
“Funny? I was being serious.” And I can see by his expression that he was.
“Well, I’m jealous sometimes too,” I tell him as I grab my purse, then shut and lock the door.
I descend the three steps until I’m standing in front of him. He takes my hand, and to be honest, I expect nothing less.
“Pity I can’t ravish you tonight,” he says. “You know, because we’ll be in public.”
I laugh again, not able to help myself as he leads me to the car and opens the door for me. I climb in, and when I look up, I find his gaze locked on me. He winks before he shuts the door and goes around to the other side and gets in. His driver starts the car, and we take off down the street.
“Not driving tonight?”
“No, I thought tonight I would drink with you,” he replies.
“You rarely drink.” I note.
“I don’t like my senses dulled or to have my inhibitions lowered.”
“And you feel like you can do that with me?” I question.
“I can lower everything but my cock when I’m with you.”
Another laugh bubbles out of me, and I reach over and grab his hand this time, instead of waiting for him to hold mine.
“Oliver likes you, and that means a lot. Because if he didn’t?—”
“I like him too. He’s a good kid.”
“Do you ever want kids?”
He cracks his neck before replying, “I feel like that question is a trap.”
I shrug. “I want you to be honest with me.”
“Okay.” He squeezes my hand as the car slows down. “No, I don’t want kids. I pretty much raised my sister when I was basically still a kid myself. And doing that again doesn’t appeal to me.” We sit there quietly until the car stops. His driver goes to open the door, but Soren holds up his hand, stopping him.
“How does that make you feel?” he asks hesitantly.
“Not everyone feels the need to be a parent, and that’s okay,” I tell him. “Oliver is all I want. I don’t want more kids.”
“Oliver is a good kid. I enjoy being around him.” His words warm my heart.
“Oliver already has a father, and Noah is a great one.”
He nods, seeming to be happy with that answer, then he gets out of the car. He holds the door open for me as I slide across the seat. Once I’m standing on the sidewalk, I notice we’re outside again at one of the hardest restaurants to get a reservation, which I have been to before. It also happens to belong to his friend Arlo.
“And here I thought you were taking me back to a sex club.” I laugh.
