Page 13 of Surviving Slater
"Let's go," I said, wanting to get Steven away from Sin's glare.
My date said goodbye to Taylor and Sin. Sin only gave him a slight inclination of his head beside Taylor, who gave him a friendly smile.
"Have fun!" she said.
"I will," I said before I left the apartment, closing the door behind me.
Steven and I walked to the elevator side by side.
"I don't think Sin likes me much," he said.
I had hoped it wouldn't be that obvious but if Steven was going to stay in my life, even if things didn't get too serious, he would need to know about Slater and Sin. It would just make things easier to understand.
I bit my lip as the elevator door opened and we stepped inside.
"I kind of had a brief fling with his best friend." There—it was out. Steven studied me for a moment, his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans.
"And?" he asked, prompting me for more.
I shrugged as I leaned against the wall.
"Nothing. It finished really before it even began."
"Okay." It seemed to explain Sin's behavior.
When the door opened on the bottom floor, he took my hand in his. I allowed him to lead me to his car. It was expensive, and the smell of leather hit me when he opened the door and I slid inside.
The last time he had taken me out he had taken me to an expensive restaurant. The food had been great. I was curious to see where we were headed tonight.
"So what have you got planned for tonight?" I asked as he got into the driver's seat.
"It's a surprise. Something a little different."
I didn't like surprises but I didn't question him again. He wasn't as formally dressed as the last time we'd gone out so we were probably not going somewhere fancy.
On our first date I had learned his family was well off. It wasn't that he bragged about it but it was hard to miss with the expensive car and clothes. After college he would be going into the family business, which was property development and other things.
When he had asked me about myself it hadn't been easy to admit my upbringing had been very different, with only a single mother to support me. My grandfather, whom I had been quite close to, had died a year before I finished high school and had left me some money. It hadn't been a lot but it had been enough to pay for college. My mom, to my surprise, had saved up some money, which had been enough to cover most of my tuition.
I had shared with him the fact that I was studying to be an accountant. Accountants were usually considered boring people but I loved math, and I always had. I was good at it, really good. To me, numbers were constant and logical, not affected by emotions or other outside factors. To me, they gave me the stability I had felt lacking in the absence of my father.
We pulled up outside a miniature golf place and I turned to him with a questioning look.
"It will be fun," he assured me confidently. I arched an eyebrow at him, unconvinced.
"If you don't, then you get to pick the venue for our next date," he offered. His smiled was disarming.
"Okay," I said, deciding to give him a chance.
He came around and opened the door for me.
"Have you ever played golf before?" he asked as we walked to the front office to pay.
"No. I don't know if I'll be any good," I admitted.
I hadn't been big on sports growing up. I'd been the academic type, preferring to spend time in books than sweating on a grass field.
"I'll teach you." He gave me that sexy, self-assured smile.
