Page 113 of Infatuated as They Come
“I just told you, baby. We’re going home.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“It’s so early, though.”
I avoided the suspicious stares of the crowd, already knowing what they were thinking. I wasn’t the kind of guy who was supposed to be at some exclusive, fancy country club, and a girl like Holly certainly wasn’t supposed to be so close to me. It was the longest walk in the world to the front, but I finally got us back to the main entrance, hearing the distinct sound of whispers as I walked us past the reception.
“Do you need help?” the valet asked when I finally got me and Holly outside into the night air.
I shook my head. “I’m good. Thanks.”
“Is Miss Sutton okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Holly answered softly, eyes half closed.
“Can you grab my truck?” I asked. “We’re ready to leave.”
“Do you know Miss Sutton?” the guy asked.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“… You?”
My eyes rolled. “Yes, me. I know it’s hard to believe, but yes, I’m her boyfriend. Can you go and get the truck please?”
The guy ran off and I eyed the long flight of stairs that’d take us right to the parking lot. It was easier to just pick Holly up, so I scooped her up in my arms, her eyes opening just barely.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much, especially when you’re on your own, and especially when you’ve never touched alcohol before,” I said as we moved down the stairs. “Might wanna stick to water.”
“Water’s boring,” she mumbled.
It was awkward, but the valet managed to shove the key into one of my hands before he rushed back to the building. “Guy couldn’t even open the fuckin’ door for me, huh?” I muttered to myself, moving over to the passenger door of the truck.
“What guy?” Holly asked.
“No one, honey. I’m gonna need you to work with me here,” I said, one hand steady on Holly’s waist as the other opened up the truck door. Holdingher tight, I guided her backwards, her head falling back with a groan as I got her in the passenger seat.
“Do you like the truck?” she asked softly.
“I do. I love it a lot.” I grabbed the belt, buckling her in. “Thank you for getting it.”
“I’m really glad you didn’t get rid of it,” she said, eyes half-lidded. “You deserve to have nice things. Lots and lots of nice things…”
“That’s sweet of you, angel.”
“I bought something else a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I know. Drinks. I can tell.”
“Nuh-uh. Not drinks.” She poked my chest. “I bought the apartment.”
I halted, deep frown on my face as I stared at her. “What do you mean you bought the apartment?”
“I talked to the landlord. Before… Before you got here,” she said, eyes looking like they were getting glassier by the second. “He said, ‘You really wanna buy this dump?’, which I thought was rude and uncalled for, but then I said yes, and then he emailed me the contract and he said I could sign for it over my phone, and voila! Now it’s ours and now you can quit your job. Hurray, right?”
