"Right," he agreed.
"So, no more talking about how our lives peaked in high school, okay?”
"Agreed," he said with a smile, "so, a fun time, hey?"
"Right."
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Yours. I want to see how the rich live," I said.
"Serious?" he asked, seeming genuinely surprised.
"What? You don't think I’d really do it this time?"
"Let's just see what happens, okay?" he asked.
Let’s just see, indeed.Chapter Ten - KoraWe took the bottle of ice wine to go. As luck would have it, Logan's limo was waiting for us at the curb outside.
"M'lady," he said, opening the back door for me.
He waited until I had scooted across the real leather seat to the opposite door. He was right. The seat was rather slippery. When I was securely in the seat, Logan got in, closing high the door behind him.
"Home, Timothy," Logan said to the driver.
The car started up and moved out carefully onto the street. There wasn't much traffic at that time of night so, despite the length, it was fairly easy to go out onto the road and out into the night.
Once we were on our way, Logan reached down near my legs. I thought he was going for me and was just about to spread my legs, making it easy for him, when he reached around me and opened a cupboard I hand't seen before.
He took out two crystal wine glasses. Handing me one, he pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured us both a glass. I had only had one glass at the restaurant and was far from drunk.
The alcohol would help get rid of my qualms and let me do what I really wanted to do but I also wanted to keep my wits about me. I was planning to finally lose my virginity and I really wanted to remember it.
Logan's house was way out in the sticks. I didn't just mean the suburbs. There was actual forest. Trees looming ominously in the dark.
I could have sworn I saw an owl in one of them. The full moon shone in through the open moon roof, lighting us almost as much as the interior lights. Had it been a movie, that would have been the point where Logan revealed himself to being either a werewolf or Batman. I certainly knew which one I would have preferred as well as which seemed more likely.
The limo pulled up to the bottom of the looming marble steps. Logan got out first and came around to the other side to open my door for me, offering his hand.
Helping me out of the limo, Logan closed the door and led me toward the house as the driver closed the other door before driving away and around the rear. I looked up at the steps as we approached, doubting my ability to scale them in heels.
Walking in a straight line was one thing but I couldn't quite see doing a Rocky Balboa. Logan waited patiently as I paused to slip off my shoes, carrying one in each hand. When I was ready, he led the way up the steps, the ancient marble cold and smooth under my bare feet.
The house didn't have a lock in the traditional sense. Logan didn't take out a huge metal ring of keys with only two teeth on the end, as the door suggested. Instead, he took out his wallet and swiped a keycard through a reader built into the wall beside the door.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a small lens, just above the card reader.
"Retinal scanner," Logan said casually, as the reader let out a melodic chime and the door unlocked, opening before us.
"Of course you have a back-up retinal scanner built into the state-of-the-art security system at your centuries old stately home in the woods. How silly of me."
"Fair comment," he said, with a shrug.
I really hadn't been prepared for what I found inside the house, the exterior really giving little indication of the splendor the lay within.
"Did you buy all this?" I asked, wondering at the artifacts of history that surrounded me.
"Hell no. Grandpa did. He felt really self-conscious about new money, so he bought all of this, including the house, to try and give him a air of old world respectability."
"Oh," I said, that really not being the answer I had expected.
I thought his parents’ house when we were in high school was big. I had spent most of my life in apartments, so I guess it made sense. But this makes that house, the one with the Olympic sized swilling pool, look like a shack by comparison.
I was suddenly really glad to have Logan there to get me through it. Otherwise I would have definitely gotten lost, probably never to be heard from again. Just another ghost in the shadows and whisper in the night.