Page 30 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 9
Molly
The last day of our holiday was great we just chilled out by the beach hut reading and enjoying each other’s company. Luckily after our little talk the night before things between us seemed to have gone back to normal, which was a huge relief. I was struggling to cope with what was going on. Things got so heated, for me anyway, when Ryan was joking around in the sea that I was really concerned we were going to ruin our friendship by doing something stupid. I thought the night with twister was close but I very nearly went for it in the sea with his hard body pressed up against mine.
It’s now Friday and things have been normal since we got back. I have finished off setting up my room and Ryan put my shelves and mirror up on Tuesday so I could get everything in place.
I have practically spent every waking hour working other than that. I have thought more about what Ryan said about just going for it with finding an office and employing someone to work with me and I do agree but it’s just such a huge step. Not only that, this business was Hannah’s and mine, I’m not sure how I feel about having someone else do what she would have done.
Going away wasn’t the wisest thing to do but it was worth all the work I’ve got to catch up with now. Because of me hiding in my room working, the only time we have really seen each other has been at dinner. Ryan’s been experimenting in his new kitchen seeing as he has the time being on school holidays and I have to say he’s not doing a bad job.
Tonight is the night he told me he wanted me for the evening for some kind of birthday surprise. I hate surprises and Ryan knows this, which is why he has been winding me up about it all week. I now feel like a coiled spring with the pressure of it all. He has told me to dress smart-casual, so I guess we are not going somewhere posh, and to be ready for six o’clock.
I decide to wear the maxi dress that I didn’t wear on holiday; it is black with a pink print all over it and the jersey material clings in all the right places. I have left my makeup light as my tan does the job well and just added some eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes stand out a little. I grab my flip-flops out of my wardrobe, my handbag off the bed and head upstairs to see if he’s ready.
I find him sat on the sofa watching the local news, he notices me straight away, turns the TV off and comes over to me.
“You look amazing as always, Molly,” he says as he gets to me but he hasn’t got that heated look that he kept getting at the beach hut, which is a relief.
“You too.” He is wearing light blue jeans that hug his arse and muscular thighs in the most delicious way and black fitted plain t-shirt and black converse. It’s simple but so hot. He has obviously tried to style his hair but as usual his dirty blond locks are falling over his forehead in a sexy mess and he smells out of this world.
“Right, come on. It’s nearly time for your surprise,” I groan in response.
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house, he stops by the passenger door of his car, opens it and ushers me in.
“Wow, being a gentleman tonight are we,” I comment. I don’t think he’s ever opened the car door for me before.
“Not likely,” he says with a huff making me laugh.
Well that is until he takes me by surprise by leaning into me, grabbing the seatbelt and strapping me in. I see that look flick though his eyes quickly but it is gone as fast as it appears.
“I am able to do that myself you know.”
“Molls, just be quiet and go with the flow, you are not in control here. I am,” he states in a voice that I know is his teacher voice.
“Sorry Mr Evans,” I sing like when I was in primary school. With this he pulls something out of his back pocket and moves towards me again.
“Ryan, you did not just do that!” I squeal at him.
He was so quick that before I knew what was happening he was tying something around my eyes so I couldn’t see out. Once he knows it’s secured I hear him shut the door and a couple of seconds later I hear him get in the driver seat and start the car.
“Is this really fucking necessary?” I growl.
“Yes it is. Just forget we are going somewhere and imagine that it’s research for that project you were working on last week.” I guess he’s referring to the bondage stuff I was drawing.
“Um Ry…I don’t think this is quite like that if I’m honest!”
“Maybe not but I thought it might take your mind off it a bit. Have you been to one of the nights you are advertising?” he asks but I hear his voice get quieter as he ends the question like he doesn’t really want to know.
“Oh yeah, all the time.”
“What, really? You’re in to all that stuff? You’ve never talked about it before.”
“No Ry, not really. I’ve only ever stepped inside for a meeting with the manager. I am seriously intrigued though.”
“Oh um…what about…um…” he clears his throat “um…bondage in general, have you done that stuff?”
“Ryan, are you getting embarrassed?” I can hear it in his voice. “Come on, we’ve talked about all sorts before now and you haven’t got embarrassed.”
