"Hey, Davis?" I called out to him, finding him with his back against the counter and his arms crossed before him. He watched me carefully as I reentered the kitchen.
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Would you mind taking me home? I need to get going. I have to meet up with…" I paused for a moment, wondering what to call Chris. "Someone."
Someone. That wasn’t vague at all, Lisa.
I mentally slapped myself in the forehead for that one.
"Someone?" He arched his brow.
"Mhm, someone." I nodded, unable to go into further detail than that. Well, not unable, but unwillingly.
"Alright, Lisa. I'll take you home."
He pushed himself off the counter, grabbing a pair of keys that hung beside the connecting door to the garage. I followed him close behind, hitting his back as he suddenly stopped.
"I'll let you drive the Triumph if you tell me who this someone is," he proposed as he dangled the keys in my face.
The bike called to me, much in the same way a siren called to a sailor. I looked at it hungrily, itching to get my hands around the throttle. I contemplated if it was worth it, concluding that it was.
"The 'someone' is called Chris. He's someone my dad arranged for me to see," I told him part of the truth. I don't know why, but I didn't want to tell him I was meant to marry Chris.
"And you're doing so willingly?" He arched a brow with his blue eyes darkening in anger.
"Yes.”
Currently, I was going to see Chris because he asked me to, not just because Dad said I had to.
"I see." His eyes narrowed for just a moment as he looked at me. It was as if he was trying to determine if I was telling him the truth or not.
"Keys, please." I held my hand out, ready to feel the Triumph beneath me.
He looked at me for a moment longer before gingerly placing the keys in my hand. The metal wasn't as cold as I expected it to be. It was as warm as his hands.
I swung my leg over, straddling the bike with excitement. My heart pounded happily as I felt the cool metal between my thighs. My hand wrapped around the throttle eagerly, ready to speed my way through the streets.
Davis placed a helmet on my head as I felt around the bike. He climbed in behind me, wrapping his muscular arm around me and holding me tight. I could feel every dip and curve of his muscles pressed against my back. My heart raced as thick emotions built in my throat.
"Ready?" I asked him as the bike roared to life.
I barely heard him say yes over the loud noise. The bike was an absolute dream, handling so beautifully through the busy streets. Its narrow design made it easy for me to squeeze between cars when I needed to. At times, Davis' arm would squeeze around my waist any time I would do something he deemed as dangerous. I pulled into the parking garage of my apartment building, reluctantly getting off the Triumph.
"I'll see you later for our workout and night run," he said, taking the helmet from me.
I was unsure why, but I thought he would at least get down and walk me in. I nodded my head, letting him know I heard him.
"See you then," I responded with a small smile. "Thank you for last night."
I was very grateful that he allowed me to sleep in his bed last night after the nightmare. My body, soul, and mind felt so safe in those muscular arms of his. I couldn’t recall a time I was ever attracted to an older man before, but Davis didn't make me think of his age. He was damn good looking, strong, and playful, yet so mature and loving. I watched as he pulled out and sped onto the street with a pop of his front wheel. And he thoughtIwas being dangerous. I shook my head, heading to the elevator.
I stared at the black door before me as if touching it would burn me. I was not sure why I was so nervous, or why my stomach twisted so badly, it felt like it would pop. Chris' place was gigantic, a full mansion instead of some decently sized apartment. It seemed Chris liked the lavish lifestyle, as he had many expensive cars parked out in his driveway. All showcasing a shiny new color.
Eventually, I got the courage to knock on the door, having it immediately answered by a lovely-looking lady. She was roughly my age, wearing a black and white maid's uniform, with her dark brown hair in a neat bun. She gave me a friendly smile before asking me a question.
"Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah. I'm here to see Chris. I'm Lisa, his…"What the hell am I?"Just Lisa. He should be expecting me."
