Page 43 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
He laughed. "Not a fan of New York City?"
"Everything is so loud and busy all the time. And everyone seems so depressed on the subway."
"I wouldn't know, I rarely rode the subway."
"I'm sure the taxi's aren't much better. And there's not enough grass."
He laughed again. "Well it is very different from here. Is this where you grew up?"
"I live about an hour away. Well, an hour from school. I don't really know where we are now."
We pulled up to a huge building. There was a tennis court to the right and a pool beside it. Behind them I could just make out a golf course in the dark. A valet quickly came to my door and opened it for me.
"Welcome, madam," he said and put out his hand for me to grab. No one had ever called me madam before. I took his hand and he pulled me out of my seat and closed the passenger side door.Professor Hunter stepped out of the car and the valet walked over.
"Hello, Mr. Hunter," the valet said with a huge smile. "I've heard so much about you."
Professor Hunter handed the valet the key. "Thank you." Professor Hunter walked over to me and put his hand on the small of my back. He escorted me into the building.
My heels clicked on the white marble floor. The biggest chandelier I had ever seen hung above us. A woman with her breasts pushed up to almost her chin walked up to us. "Mr. Hunter. Your table is ready." She seemed nervous to be talking to us.
We followed her down a hallway and entered an elegant restaurant. I wasn't dressed nearly fancy enough. Most of the women wore lace dresses and the men were in suits like Professor Hunter. It felt like they were all staring at me. But as we made our way to the back of the restaurant I realized that they were staring at Professor Hunter. I didn't blame them, he was so handsome. But I felt a little jealous.
The woman showed us into a private room in the back. There was a roaring fire and an elegant loveseat to one side. In the middle of the room was a table with a beautiful flower arrangement in the center. A bottle of wine and two glasses were already on the table.Oh no, they are going to ask me for my I.D.
Instead of questioning my age, the woman said, "Your waiter will be right with you," and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
I turned to Professor Hunter. "Where are we?"
"My country club."
Memberships for country clubs were usually extremely expensive. I hadn't realized that Professor Hunter was wealthy. That was probably why he never rode the subway. Professor Hunter walked over to the table and pulled my chair out for me.
"No one's ever pulled out a chair for me before." I sat down and stared at him as he sat down across from me. I was experiencing a lot of firsts tonight.
"Then you haven't been dating the right people."
Dating.Were we dating? "And I've never been to a country club before. Do you come here often?"
"This is actually only the second time that I've been here."
"Oh, so you just joined?" That explained why people were staring. They had never seen him before. They were wondering who the new person was.
"Yes. Earlier this week actually."
Just at that moment the waiter walked in and hurried over to the table. "Good evening. My name is Jerrod. It is my pleasure to be serving you tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter."
I was about to tell Jerrod that we weren't married when Professor Hunter gave me a mischievous smile. Jerrod started telling us about their daily specials but I couldn't stop staring into Professor Hunter's eyes. Jerrod uncorked the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass while he was talking.
After Jerrod was done his spiel, Professor Hunter said we would need a minute to look at the menu. I skimmed through mine, trying to find the cheapest thing as Jerrod left the room. Most of the meals were as much as the used textbooks I always boughtfor classes. I didn't feel comfortable letting Professor Hunter pay for this.
"Penny?" He reached over and grabbed my hand.
"Professor Hunter, I've never had food that costs this much. What did you say this place was called? The name isn't even listed on the menu." I picked up my glass with my free hand and took a sip of the wine.
"I was thinking Hunter Creek Country Club."
I coughed, choking on my wine.Hunter.The way he was greeted, the way that people stared. I already felt like he was out of my league, but now I felt completely inferior. What was he doing with a girl like me? "Professor Hunter, do you own this country club?"
