“There is a car here for you?” Raven says from the front room.
“Yeah. I have a date…” Raven and I haven't had the chance to talk but she hasn't been avoiding me either, so I’ll take that as a positive sign. We were supposed to talk the next morning, but things kept coming up and neither one of us was reaching out to the other.
“He sent a car?” I can see the approval on her face, and she steps closer to me.
“One of the guys from back home?”
“Yeah, he wouldn't tell me where he is taking me, so he sent a car,” suddenly she pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear.
“Can we talk when you get home or tomorrow? Over lunch?” Raven has had a few days to get her head straight, I didn't want to pressure her so I have been staying in Zoe’s room, maybe I can go back to my bed now.
“I don't know how late I will be in but if it's not too late absolutely!”
“If you don't come home tonight, we can just get together tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere Finley.” My heart flutters at her admittance. I had been trying not to think about how much it would bother me to lose her friendship but now that I know I haven't lost it, my heart feels lighter, and my shoulders relax from my ears.
“I love you, Raven.”
“I love you too, Finley.”
12
Finley
The car waiting out front for me is a sleek, black BMW, and quite a few people are standing outside looking at it. This is not the type of car you usually see parked on Greek row even though a lot of these families have money, they don’t have this type of money. When I walk down the steps toward it an average height man wearing a suit steps out and jogs around to the passenger back door.
“Miss Finley?” I nod my head and he opens the door; I hear the girls that are gathered on the porch start to whisper and giggle. I am going to have to figure out how I am going to explain this to everyone before I get back. Oh! Maybe I will get lucky, and Zoe and Raven will make something up and it will already be taken care of when I get home tonight.That would be nice.
The man that opened the door puts his hand out to help me into the car even though it’s not necessary. He has a nice face and I wonder how Pyro hired him, is he someone that the club knows, or did Pyro call some random company to send a car? I would have been less surprised if Scar or Bell stepped out of the driver’s seat than I was to see a well-built man in a suit that I don’t know. It seems weird for them to be so worried about my safety and then let someone they don’t know come pick me up. This man doesn't look like he is part of the club but that doesn't mean that he isn't.
As soon as I stick my head in the car, I see the most beautiful bouquet of black dahlias sitting on the driver's side of the seat. I pick them up and pull them to my face, the dusty vanilla bean scent is already flooding the cabin, but it is so much more intense up close. I am so caught up in their beauty that I miss the man getting back in the driver's seat and I startle a little when the car moves.
“Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to take you by surprise.” I smile at him in the mirror.
“Don't worry about it, I was paying so much attention to the flowers that I kind of forgot where I was.”
“I am not surprised, to my understanding Pyro was adamant about those flowers and he spared no expense to get them here for you,” I turned my eyes back to the flowers.
How in the hell did he know that Dahlias were my favorite? I don't know that I have ever told anyone what my favorite flower was before, and where in the hell did he get his hands on black ones?
I spend most of the drive staring at the flowers. No one has ever gotten me flowers before, my heart constricts and there is a little tingle in the top of my nose. How freaking cute is this!
When the car slows down, I finally lift my eyes and look out the window, Pyro is standing right at the front door in a pair of dark jeans and an off-white button-up. I’m surprised to find him in long sleeves, it's not late in the year but it's still warm out, even though I am not sweating in my dress, it's still hot.
He opens the door for me and gives me a hand to step out, I take one more smell from the flowers before I set them back in the seat, I don't want to try and juggle them around food. As soon as I turn back to him Pyro snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, he gently presses his lips against my temple.
“Good evening, sir, I will be parked up the road. Just let the app know when you are ready for me to pick y’all up.”
“Thank you,” Pyro keeps his arm around me as he leads me inside.
“This is nice!” I tell him, the hostess leads us to a table that is right in the middle of a set of windows.
“I haven't been here before; the reviews are all good and I wanted to take you somewhere nice for our first date.” Pyro’s hand is warm on my lower back, he keeps his voice low enough that he has to lean close for his words to be clear. His fingers curl into my back when a shiver runs through me.
“You have been missing us as much as we miss you, haven't you, beautiful?”
Of course, I have. Battery-operated toys and my hand do the trick but it's not the same type of release that you get from someone else dragging an orgasm out of you. It's made worse by that night, something about those orgasms hit differently. The last thing that I need is for him to know that and get a big head about it.
“You not saying anything tells me all I need to know,” he kisses the skin on my shoulder softly and I sigh, leaning into him.