reputation?” His brows narrowed at the accusation.
“Well, that you’re a ladies’ man. You juggle several women at once. You charm them, make them fall in love with you, and dump them,” I replied, embarrassed, but I had to say it.
He laughed at my honesty and shook his head. “Don’t believe everything you hear. I don’t juggle women...I date them. Unless an agreement has been reached regarding monogamy, I don’t owe anyone anything. Most women just get what they want from me and bail,” he replied. I was shocked. They bail?
“Well, I’m sorry. I had you pegged wrong. It must be hard,” I said sincerely, slightly mortified at prejudging him.
“What must be hard?” he asked, intrigued.
“Women using you and bailing—not knowing if they are with you for the right reasons.”
He shrugged as if he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Perhaps he had been hurt too many times, or he just didn’t want to talk about it. However, this side of him I really liked. Could he really be this guy ? Sweet, charming, and sensitive? Was I being naïve?
The waiter returned once again to clear our table and refilled our glasses with champagne. I had enjoyed three glasses already and was starting to feel a little bolder and more relaxed. I wanted to get to know Drake, but felt scared at how quickly things were progressing. Before dinner, I was determined to get this over with and move on, but now I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end.
“Walk with me?” he asked, reaching for my hand.
“Sure.” I placed my hand in his and stood up to follow him.
He led me to the edge of the balcony where the Chicago view lay right before us. It was exquisite. I could get lost gazing at it, especially beside Drake. He was making light conversation with me and I found myself smiling back at him.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to bail. I couldn’t manage my feelings with him being near me. This was all too much.
He was trying so hard to make me feel comfortable. He led me to the other side of the balcony where the fireplace was, urging me to sit down. I brought the glass to my lips, trying to buy myself an extra moment to think. I was arguing with myself on wanting him and wanting to run.
I needed to break the tension in my head. “I’m sure this is all sorts of rule breaking, wouldn’t you say?”
“You’re probably right. Are you a ‘by-the-book’ type of person?” he questioned sardonically.
“When it comes to getting kicked out of an internship program I’ve worked my ass off to get, then yes, I guess I probably am.” I took another drink, needing to relax myself.
We sat there in silence for a few moments, watching the fire crackle and enjoying the crisp breeze. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to break the tension.
“It’s getting late. I should be getting back home.” I fought the desire to throw myself at him. He wasn’t anything like I had expected or anticipated. He made me feel special—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years.
He nodded and took the glass from me, ushering me to the door. I felt a wave of sadness as we walked down the stairs and through his door down the hall. Would I get to see him again ? Did I want to see him again?
“Before I forget,” Drake said before we caught the elevator reaching inside his suit coat. “Your belongings.” He handed me my small stack of credit cards and drivers license. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence falling as it felt as if he were trying to resist his next move. Kiss me. Please kiss me.
He blinked his eyes and walked to the elevator to push the call button. The door immediately opened and he grabbed my hand to follow him. We stood in the silence as we lowered to the first floor. I wondered if he would come with me. Secretly, I hoped he would.
He led me out the doors to where his limo waited. As his driver opened the door, Drake stopped to kiss my hand. “It was a pleasure, Molly.” I felt the inside of my thighs tingle at the