The VIP room, obviously. I didn’t know if it was wise of me to find him there though. Not when Nick got word of whatever Evan had planned for him. Working on auto-pilot, I couldn’t help but wonder about Nick again. Just the thought of him being jealous of me and Evan made me think he cared about me. No one would feel that strongly about someone without having any sort of feelings for that person. Or he was just a possessive guy, which also could be the case. He proved that to me the other day when he got in my face and said those things about Brandon. All I could do was let Evan go along with his plan and watch Nick’s reaction carefully. After about an hour or so the guest of honor strolled in, not looking that pleased. If anything he looked beyond pissed. I had never seen that look in his eyes before, the anger was radiating off his body, actually suffocating me and I think others in the room as well. It felt like everyone around us just stopped and stared, not knowing what to do. He reached the bar, giving Brandon a nod before he focused back on me.
“Where is he?”
“Where do you think he is, Nick?”
He already knew where Evan was, but I think the anger was what clouded his judgment. He turned on his heels and headed straight for the VIP room. I wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to meet Evan in the state he was in. He probably wouldn’t solve things with violence, but it still made me feel anxious about seeing him so angry. I had no idea what Nick would do really. This was all Evan’s plan so he had to face the consequences himself, yet I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Nick was probably going to tear him a new one. I’m sure he regretted his decision now.
Brandon glanced at me, “What was that all about?”
“Evan.”
“He is breathing fire, he didn’t even bother with a casual conversation. That Evan should fear for his life.”
“I agree. If I were him I’d run to the first exit.”
We both kept an eye out for the VIP room, both curious about what was going on there. We didn’t hear screams of horror so I figured Nick didn’t bloodily murder Evan. Sometimes words could hurt more than actions, so that’s how Nick probably dealt with Evan. Or maybe they laughed it off since Evan only did what he did to rile Nick up. My eyes widened when Nick suddenly appeared in front of me. He walked to the bar, grabbed my hand and dragged me with him to the employees’ room. This behavior would give Brandon another reason not to like Nick. He didn’t give me time to wrap my head around it though. He pushed the door of the employees’ room open, moved inside, dragging me with him and shutting the door once we were away from everyone else.
“We’re leaving.” He told me, “Victor has called a substitute for you. He is on his way.”
“Dalton?” I asked, “Why are you bothering him on his free day, Nick? What happened up there?”
Nick ran his fingers through his hair, messing his perfect hairdo up. It didn’t matter though, honestly, it made him look rough. Sexier. For a second I forgot where I was and what we were doing. All I could do was stare at the rough looking man in front of me. Not helping but to fantasize about him stepping forward, grabbing me by the waist and kissing the life out of me.
“Emily?”
Shaking off the dirty thoughts I had of him, I noticed how his look softened. I think he read my mind. The smirk that played on his lips told me that much.
“Yeah?”
His eyes gleamed with amusement, “You’re going to start moving or what?”
He wanted me to leave tonight, making our regular bartender Dalton give up his free night just because of that. I had no idea what Evan and he discussed in the VIP room, but whatever it was stirred him up. He didn’t want me here right now. Not wanting to argue with Nick I nodded and headed straight for my locker. Shrugging my jacket on I shoved the strap of my bag over my shoulder, shut my locker and walked up to Nick who waited for me by the door.
“I’m ready.”
We walked out together, releasing Nick’s hand I headed for the bar. I didn’t look back, but if I did I probably would have seen Nick glaring at me. I didn’t care though. I needed to wish Brandon goodnight before leaving. Walking around the bar I leaned into Brandon, giving him a side hug.
“Night Brandon.”
“You’re leaving?” He sounded confused.
“Yeah, Nick and I are leaving.”
His eyes sliced to the guy who was impatiently waiting for me, “Seriously? What’s going on, Emily?”
I didn’t know the details, but I knew I could trust Nick. He’d eventually tell me what happened between him and Evan. If he didn’t Evan would beat him to it and I had a feeling he didn’t like that very much.
“We’ll talk later,” I promised Brandon.
Walking around the bar I headed to Nick who reached for my hand, holding it tightly as he led me out of the club. I ignored all the looks we received, focused only on Nick’s back. Just focusing on him made me forget about the people around us who were probably speculating things. Nick walked up to a sleek sports car which confused me. It wasn’t the same car Miles drove him around with. It was his own car, Nick drove up here by himself. That was rare, even me, someone who just entered his life knew that. Reaching for the door to the passenger seat, a gasp left my lips when I have suddenly spun around, pushed against the car and kissed roughly. I blinked watching Nick kiss me, his arms at the sides of my head, trapping me against the car while he kissed me, hard and wet. That was all to it. Our tongues touched, exploring. Closing my eyes I wrapped my arms around his waist and let go. He placed his hand on my cheek, pulling out of the kiss, both of us out of breath as we stared at each other. No words were exchanged but we knew exactly where we were standing.
“Needed to do that.” He told me quietly, resting his forehead against mine, “I’ll never get tired of that, Emily.”
“I know.” I breathed, “Same here.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner, just got caught up in work. I wanted to ask you on a date today, I told Evan that and then he did this to rile me up.” He looked down to meet my gaze, “I shouldn’t have told him.”
“You wanted to ask me on a date?” I asked, ignoring the whole play Evan planned out for a second.
“Yeah.” He trailed his hand down my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, “I don’t count the business party as a date. When we go on a date it’s just the two of us, no nosy people invited.”
I smiled, “I’d love that.”
“It won’t be one date either.” He promised me, “Told you, I’m never getting tired of this.”
“Told you, same here.”
He smiled an actual smile, not the charming crap she shows the rest of the world. That smile bathed me in happiness. It made me hope for more. If he let me go now I’d fall so hard no one would be able to catch me, not even Brandon.
“We’re doing that date, soon.”
I grabbed onto the front of his shirt when he wanted to pull away from me, pulling him back in while I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. Lingering so I could whisper in his ear.
“My kind of date is staying in while wearing comfy clothes, eating dinner and watching a movie. You up for that?” I whispered in his ear.
Nick tangles his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back, kissing the corner of my mouth, “Sounds good to me. We’ll do that right now.” He gave me a final kiss and pulled completely away from me.
I had no time to think about what he said until I was in the car and Nick was driving to my apartment. It didn’t bother me much though, we had to eat. So why not do it together while watching a movie? It was also the perfect opportunity for me to spend time with Nick without people observing us every move. I also enjoyed myself when I went dress shopping with Nick and getting ready at his apartment. Those few moments showed me what kind of person Nick was and I liked it. He was arrogant but never mean. He was pretty considerate of the people around him. Treated Mike as his friend as well as Miles. Giselle his assistant was a different story but I figured that was because of the kind of person she was. I didn’t say it to her face but I figured she was a bitch to everyone, not just me.
“We’re doing dinner and a movie right now?” I asked, confirming what I had been thinking.
“You okay with that?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. We were near my apartment, asking if it was okay was a little too late.
“I’m okay with that.” I shifted in my seat to look at him, “I hope you’re okay with a simple meal though. I feel like a one-pot pasta.”
“I figured you could freshen up and I prepare a meal.”
“You’re cooking?” I asked confused, “In my kitchen?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know how else I could prepare a meal, Emily.”
This guy, there was no denying it. I was falling for him and I met him only a few times. He was proving to be better than my first boyfriend who I dated for years. We met a few weeks ago, but he already cared more about me. Showed me he wanted to spend time with me and actually enjoyed it. He also got pissed because Evan ruined his plans with me.
“Then I’ll freshen up while you prepare dinner.” I leaned back in my chair and watched him park the care effortlessly, “Don’t know what groceries I have left though. I didn’t have time to shop this week.”
He turned the engine off, took his seatbelt off and glanced at me, “You had a busy week at school?”
“Yeah, papers and exams. You know the usual stuff.”
He reached for me, brushing my escaped locks behind my ear, “So you’ll take it easy tonight while I prepare dinner. Then we’ll have dinner while watching your favorite movie.”
I leaned into his hand, “Thank you.”
We got out of the car, walking hand in hand to my apartment. We didn’t exchange words but there was no need for it. We were comfortable around each other without it. Unlocking the door I kicked my shoes off and headed to the kitchen, Nick following behind me.
“So the pots are here-” I was pointing around the kitchen, but Nick stopped me grabbing me by the waist and kissing me to shut me up.
“I got it, Em, you go take care of yourself.”
Pulling away I wobbled out of the kitchen leaving Nick to it while I took a shower and slipped into yoga pants and a plain t-shirt. Sitting on the edge of my bed I put on fluffy socks, moisturized my face and walked out of the room. When I reached the kitchen I watched Nick putting the finishing touches on his stir-fry. It was quick and easy and I loved seeing him being so domestic. Well, as domestic he could be in his suit. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled.
“Comfortable?” He asked me.
“Yeah.” I pointed to the living room, “My favorite movie is a horror movie, you okay with that?”
He laughed, probably because I used his words, “Yeah, Emily I’m okay with it.”
We moved to the living room. I sat on the fluffy rug with my back leaning against the couch while enjoying the stir-fry Nick put together. Nick had shrugged off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, kicked off his shoes as well and sat behind me on the couch. It was so comfortable. I could definitely get used to this, hoping we could do this over and over again.