Just The Three Of Us

Don't You Have Sexy Sleepwear

Rory Pov

"You can come over, if you want," I said nervously to Deckard. I had gotten all the liquid courage I had in me to go over to this handsome devil and tell him to come home with me.

"Okay," it took him a while to answer so I bet he thought I was stupid or even more childish than he first assumed. He drove us in his nice fancy car. I was glad Maggie and I lived in a nice decent sized walk-up apartment in the city. I bet he would judge us if we lived in some small crap hole, please I bet he would still judge us. He probably lives in a penthouse.

"Thank you for the ride," Maggie said. "Your car is so nice and cozy." I kept my head down not saying a word.

"Thanks, I like it," Deckard smiled. Oh boy, that smile would make me do things I never thought I would do. Well, maybe I thought about it but I wouldn't act on it.

"How did you enjoy your night," Maggie asked Deckard.

"It was nice and eventful. I am hoping it stays that way," he smirked again and I melted. I didn't know what to say or what to do. At one point, I was looking through my purse. Then, I started to look at my shoes and think about what color I would choose for my next pedicure. Currently, my toes were painted yellow but since Summer was almost over. Maggie kept nudging me when I looked like I was spacing out and whenever Deckard was speaking. I didn't and wasn't going to answer him. We finally made it home and Maggie practically ran to the door and ran upstairs. Leaving me to walk up slowly with Deckard. I wasn't drunk but I was tipsy enough to know if I tried to run up these stairs I would fall backward.

"You can come into my room," I told Deckard as soon as we went into our place. Deckard looked around and his expression didn't look judgy but I wanted him away from our living room and rather he judges my room instead. My room was simple. It was decorated with a few frames. It was a white and blue themed. My bed was the main attraction. It was a huge king-sized bed with a white leather frame and headboard. I had two dressers and a vanity. My closet was a mess but I didn't think he would bother looking in there.

My bathroom also was tidy so I was glad about that.

"Do you want anything?" I said. Deckard looked like he was thinking so I began to give him options. "Beer, wine, water." He didn't answer me but just started to look me up and down.

"Icecream?" I said nervously.

"Huh?" he responded.

"Do you want ice cream?" I asked him.

"No, thank you," he let out a small laugh.

"Um, okay," I said.

"Well, why don't we just talk for a bit," I nodded and went to sit on my vanity chair. Deckard smiled and went over to my bedside couch and sat down. "I know a lot about you already Aurora. Is there anything you want to know about me?"

"Um, what do you do for a living?" I asked him. I don't really know if I was curious to know or not, to be honest.

"I am a businessman, I own seven companies," Deckard explained. "Two restaurants, two tech companies, and three hotels."

"Wow, that's impressive," I said.

"I'm glad your impressed," he grinned. I began to blush so I looked away. "You don't have to be shy." Deckard got up from the couch and came over to kneel in front of me. He lifted up my chin and made me look into his eyes. Damn those grey soulful eyes.

"I really want to kiss you," he said. I couldn't manage to say anything back but I didn't deny his request. He leaned in closer and placed his firm lips on mine. He cupped my face in his big hands. I felt my whole body go weak and I wanted to keep kissing him but I needed air.

"Deckard," I said breathlessly.

"We can go slow if you'd like," Deckard said. His voice was so mesmerizing.

"Um, okay but I um, I am-," I tried to say the word but how could I, especially, to him.

"Tell me," Deckard said boldly.

"I'm a virgin," I coughed out.

"Oh, I figured, actually," I rolled my eyes at that and tried to slap him on his chest but he caught my wrist.

"I'll wait. I am a very patient man."

"Um, okay," I said. I wasn't really looking for him to accept me or even wait for me for that matter. "You don't have to be nice."

"I am not a nice guy but I like you and I want to wait," he said. "You can't get rid of me now. I want what I want and I always get what I want." We stayed up talking for a few more hours.

My phone pinged but Deckard wouldn't let me get it.

"I think it's time for your beauty sleep," he said. I looked at me and waited. He didn't say he was leaving so I just stayed there looking at him.

"Do you sleep in the clothes you go out in," he asked. I shook my head and told him I was going to go get dressed in the bathroom. I tried to grab something that was not too sexy but still sexy enough. I ended up picking a satin lavender cami and boy short set.

"Adorable," he said. I wanted to slap him but I figured he would block it again. "I usually sleep naked."

"No, no, no," I argued. He laughed and said he was kidding. I didn't know if he was lying or not. He went over to lay on the bed first.

"Your bed is comfy," he said.

"Thanks, I know," I said. I finally got enough nerve to get into bed but I was so freaking nervous. He was staring at me as if he would pounce on me the minute I got on the bed.

Finally, I was laying next to him and he didn't move.

"Goodnight dove," Deckard said. I had a hard time falling asleep but eventually, I let all of my worries go and fell asleep with him by my side.

We both woke up at the same time. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"Do you want to take a shower," I didn't know what to say but that was the first thing that came to mind.

"And here I thought you were sweet and innocent," Deckard grinned. I hit him and let him take a shower first. I went over and took a shower in Maggie's bathroom because I saw the steamy coming from the bottom of the door so I knew there wouldn't be any hot water left for me. I got a pair of Maggie's denim shorts and a crop top and put that on. I could smell Maggie's cooking so I went to go get Deckard.

"Hey, you hungry," I asked him.

"Yeah," I led him to our kitchen, and then we were both startled by a very messy Maggie. She was wearing grey sweats that looked dirty. Her pants had stains on them. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she had slept in her makeup.

"Maggie," I said sounding a bit annoyed.

"Yeah," she of course was totally oblivious to the situation.

"Nothing," I noticed Deckard taking every stain in.

"I have to go, I have a meeting in twenty minutes," Deckard kissed the top of my head and headed out. I can't even blame him for leaving. The sight in front of us was scary.

"Maggie!" I shouted.

"What? I made pancakes," she said.

"You look like crap. Don't you have sexy sleepwear."