"You didn't have to take me home, I had a ride."
I am being sly and playing this game cautiously. He gives me a glance and continues to drive without saying a word.
One would think a man like him would have a driver, but he is the one driving. I decide to ask him that.
"I do have a driver," That is all I get.
"Why is he not driving you then?" I prod.
He is quiet for a minute and I start thinking he will not answer me.
"I gave him the night off. He can spend his time with his family."
He is handsome, a hot sexy man and still caring? I look out of the window and I notice that we just missed the exit to my place.
"You missed the exit!"
"We are going to eat first."
"I am not hungry," lies. I am starving and honestly speaking a little light headed from the champagne.
"Hannah, if we are going to start with lies, let them be authentic."
Of course he knows I am lying. He doesn't seem to miss a thing, this man.
He pulls up to a hotel and I see it is a five star. Like the gentleman he is, he opens the door for me and holds my hand as we walk through the front door. He is touching the small of my back, leading me to the seat that seems to be reserve for him.
It dawns on me he had planned this, just not with me. I am practically hijacking.
"This doesn't feel right," I tell him as soon as we sit down.
"Why?"
"You had planned this with your date. I am not supposed to be here."
His gaze is piercing me and I wish this place had menus I could hide behind but it doesn't.
"I didn't plan this with anyone."
"Oh?"
"I understand you have your beliefs on me. I know you have already concluded too that I must do this a lot."
"You read my mind."
He sits back on the chair and loosens his tie just a bit. This makes him even look sexier under the low lights.
"I am not a man who does things on impulse."
"You brought me here, instead of your said date."
"I knew you would be coming."
My lips part in surprise and I am about to ask him how he knew but our food comes and the moment seems to have passed. He keeps surprising me. The food brought out is my favourite too, and I am starting to get an inkling that this man, did his research and there is nothing he doesn't know about me.
He is looking at me, daring me with his eyes in a mischievous way to ask one more thing, but he knows I just realized, that he is in full control here. It is like a game of chess.
I choose not to be a loser.
"My boss basically bribed me to get into your good graces so that I can somehow convince you to meet with the board," I casually mention that, as we dine.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, he didn't expect me to tell him so outwardly. I have chosen another way to go about this.
"I don't like her."
"Why?"
"She threw you to the wolves without a second thought."
"It's business."
He seems displeased with this. "People who don't value you or see it that way, why would I want to meet with them?"
I process what he is saying and I do see his point. But again, this is my first job in a while and I couldn't just not do what I was asked.
"You see your value and the rest follow suit. Never sell yourself short."
"Is that how you came about to control your company?" I ask him as I sip some wine.
"Yes."
I was expecting him to tell me more but it seems like our conversation is over on the subject. I still don't know if he will show up or not.
After the dinner, he takes me to my place and we sit on the parking.
"Thank you." I tell him.
He nods and kisses my hand. I get out.
He doesn't drive until I am inside our building, safe and past the security.
I smile all the way up thinking about how the night went. It was relatively great, nothing crazy. He is still at an arm's length and very confusing to read.
I head to the shower immediately I get inside my house. After the shower I take my phone and lie in my bed, scrolling but my mind keep wandering back to Trevor. I know I am playing a dangerous game with him. He is a self-claimed player and I might as well be his flavour of the month. That thought doesn't seem to bring me any comfort.
I can't read anything on to this, this is his typical ways and I can't fall for this. I have had heartbreaks before and my type from the past has been questionable.
Ever since I started dating I have had one type and trouble is the common word in all of them. I am always gravitating towards them sand so I decide to take charge in my romantic life and start dating the good guys.
I went out on dates with a couple but there was always something missing; the spark, the butterflies. Nothing wrong with the good guys, I just realized they just weren't for me. Then came Trevor.
It has been two weeks since we met and I can't stop thinking about him. I now deep in my heart this will end up with my heart in boke nieces on the floor but is like a moth to a flame. He is the god of bad boys and I need that, I want to have a taste.
I ever learn.
I think back to tonight, and then something makes me pause.
I only mentioned about my exit, not the actual address of where I live.
How did he know?