She was his POISON, He drank anyway

The date

I glance in the rear view mirror, it’s not a coincidence, the car has been following me since I left the office.

I adjust the rear view mirror. Its headlights are dim and a good distance from me. I speed up slightly making a sharp left turn at the corner. The car follows my movement. My heart races.

This isn’t random. I accelerate, driving the car faster. I decided to take the higher way. I glance at the rear view mirror again. Still behind me a few cars in its front. I take zig zag motions moving from land to lane. I hear horns. And notice an old lady flash me the finger, I don’t mind.

I take the round about and head

into a quiet neighborhood.

I have Lost him. I move to the side of the road and park. This has something to do with the envelope. I might have to inform Mike.

It’s evening. Still shaken from yesterday, I pull up to the front of a fancy looking house with a small gate I could see through its bars. I could see the front yard. The scenery is explicit, flowers of different variations planted at the little garden located to the right. This was no small woman. Seated in my car putting on a tuxedo. Hair trimmed, my cologne filling up the wind up car and beautiful things by benson Boone. Playing on the Bluetooth.

“I am here” I text Rebecca.

“Coming” she replies.

In about five minutes, I hear the gate open and I see her walking toward me. I quickly get down from the car and waltz to the other side. Then I see her clearly.

A red dress clings to her curves like it was made for her. A slit runs up one leg, exposing skin as she walked. Her hair is pinned with a small clutch. She has on red lipstick clutching a small gold bag with heels that suits her perfectly.

She flashes me a smile as she reaches the door.

Damn.

“Well, are you going to open the door or are we going to stand here looking at each other all day” she says pointing to the door.

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind?” I pull the door open and watch her get in. Then I walk to the drivers side.

“You look…”

“Breathtaking, I know” she says pushing a lock of hair from her face.

She smells of strawberry and lavender.

She turns to me. Her eyes scanning me. “Not bad, was starting to think all you owned was just suits”

I laugh. “ is that your way of saying, I look exceedingly handsome?”

“We will see” she crosses her leg.

I shake my head smiling

I start the car and drive into the streets.

“So, where too?” Hands on her bag.

“You will see” I grin. I glance at her again. The slit now open as she sits.

“You are staring again” she says.

“Can you blame me?”

“Oh, please”

I pull up to a quiet spot. Behind a restaurant. One of those roof tops people only find by accident. A man approaches and I hand over the keys to him.

Rebecca steps out and looks around. “Well, this doesn’t look like a place for a common man”

I smirk. “I never said I was one” I walk around to her side.

“So what is this place” you will see. I offer her an arm. She takes it.

We head into a small elevator that takes us all the way to the rooftop. The door opens slowly revealing lights, clicks click of plates and music. A table near the edge with a view of the skyline, has already been reserved for two.

She looks around. “Okay, I like this”

“I knew you would” I say as I pull her chair back.

“You think I am predictable, Donald” she says it softly.

“Matter of fact I think you are the opposite” I take my seat.

The waiter approaches and drops off the menus, then leaves with a nod.

“I expected you to take me to a club or something” she says her eyes scanning the menu.

I place my hand on my chest and pout feigning hurt. “Is that what you think of me?”

“I don’t know what to think of men this days” she closes the menu.

The waiter returns and she orders a glass of wine, I order whisky. We talk for a while, music playing.

“What’s your father like” I ask

She glances at me through the raised glass.

“It’s complicated, why do you ask”

“Nothing, just curious”

“How about you”

“What do you want to know” I grin and lean in.

“Well, where are you from? Family, business”

“Woah, slow down” I chuckle. “There isn’t much, don’t have much family, I have a brother and I love money and power, nothing there”

Interesting. Shes smiling.

“Do you have family” I ask.

“Yes, my parents are going through a divorce but I would rather not talk about that here”

“Oh, sorry about that” I take a sip of whisky.

I motion for the waiter to bring desert. We chit chat, eat and dance into the night.

It’s half past midnight, I pull up at her curb and street is quiet and illuminated by the street lights. I turn off the headlights.

“Well that was fun” I say turning to her.

“You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine.

“We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know.

“Thank you, for today” she says softly.

I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest.

I lean in and stop halfway.

She closes in.

Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

I take in her scent. My hands move to her breast. Then she pulls away.

“Goodnight stranger” she says with a smile, opening the door.

She walks towards her gate, her steps careful and calculated. She glances over her shoulder one last time and walks till I see only her silhouette then she disappears.

Ahh, Rebecca. What am I getting myself into.

The next morning, I wake up feeling refreshed. I reminisce about yesterday. It’s almost like I dreamt it. I take a shower and prepare eggs and bacon when my phone rings.

I pick up. The other end is silent but I hear breathing. A knot forms in my chest.

“Hello” I mutter.

“We have your envelope”