“Mm, that does sound good.” I drag the tip of my heelup his leg. “You know, maybe if I join you, we could have a repeat of that night.”
“Fuck, baby. You cannot say things like that in public.”
Our drinks are dropped off and our dinner order is placed.
“A taste of your own medicine, isn’t it?” I sip on my wine as Tag’s eyes darken.
“I guess turnabout is fair play. But you know, we don’t have to have a special occasion to reenact that night.”
“We really don’t.”
Conversation switches back to the team and work as dinner comes and we eat our meals. It’s the perfect way to spend the evening.
I’m finding this is my favorite way to spend most evenings.
With Tag.
“Have I convinced you to come?” Tag asks after he pays the bill.
“I think you did.” Standing, I follow him through the restaurant towards the exit. “Excuse me.” I smile at the passing couple as we leave the restaurant. But as Tag holds open the door, my mouth drops. I’m stunned at the couple I see waiting.
“Mum. Dad. What are you doing here?”
Shock doesn’t begin to cover it. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my parents. They’ve never bothered to come visit since I moved to the city. When I left for university, their butler is the one that dropped me off.
Moving into my own flat? I did it myself.
“Olivia. I didn’t even recognize you.” Her gaze drops to my dress. “Have you done something different with your hair?”
If only I’d put my coat on at the table.
“What are you doing here?”
“Eating dinner.” Dad adjusts his round, rimless glasses. “Are you well, Olivia?”
“Yes. And you?”
“Adjusting nicely,” Mum answers.
Grey threads her hair. In my last year before leaving for London, she was still colouring it. Not anymore, I guess.
I haven’t seen them since before graduation. Dad had a work trip and they couldn’t make it. Aside from the one text, I don’t think I’ve spoken to them in months.
“Are these your parents?” Tag asks.
“Not now,” I hiss. This is not the time to introduce him to my parents.
“Adjusting to what?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
“City life.”
“City life? Did you move?”
Dad nods. “I need to be in the city more for work, so we decided to rent a flat here.”
“Wow.”
They moved to the city and decided not to tell me? A lead weight settles low in my belly.
