I swallow down and put my hands in my pockets. “We can at least cross one of those things off your list.” I walk slowly to the car.
The driver holds open the door for her. “Pop the champagne.” She throws her hands up in the air. “If the car is a rocking, don’t come a knocking.” The driver rolls his lips to stop from laughing as he looks over at me, and I nod my head. He walks to the trunk where he opens it and brings out the bottle of champagne I made him bring. I actually ordered two bottles of champagne. He also brings out just the one glass that I packed.
The front door opens as soon as the bottle of champagne is popped, and I look over my shoulder to see Layla coming out. “Grandma,” she says, running to her, and I think she is about to tell me that I just got punked. She is going to come out and say gotcha and all of this was a joke, but she doesn’t. “You forgot your purse.” She hands her the purse. Turning, she walks to me. “I paid a lot of money for you,” she says, stopping in front of me. “You better make it worth it.”
I step into her, my hands ready to grab her hair and pull her head back and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. I don’t even care that she might knee me in the balls. Actually, I’ll be disappointed if she doesn’t. “You can have your laugh now,” I tell her and see her eyes get a deeper shade. “But know this, gorgeous.” I step in, and our chests are practically touching. “At the end of the day, I’ll collect that date.” I lean my head in; she closes her mouth to swallow, and her breath hitches when she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but instead, I go to whisper in her ear. “You can bet on it.” I walk around her now, going to the limo where Nancy is on her second glass of champagne, slapping my hands together. “Let’s get the show on the road.”
“Yes, let’s,” Nancy says, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the driver and getting in the car. I step and look at the driver and then look over my shoulder, seeing Layla just watching.
“Whatever you do,” I say, my voice low. “You do not have the divider closed. I don’t know if you have a lock system in the front, but it doesn’t close.”
“I’ll handle it,” he says, nodding, and I get into the limo, and not one second later, Nancy is practically in my lap. I have to fend her off, and I feel like I’m kung fu panda.
“You need another drink,” I say, pointing at her empty glass and grabbing the bottle from the silver bucket. “So tell me about yourself, Nancy.” I pour her some champagne.
“I’m an open book,” she says, finishing the champagne, then holding out her glass for me to pour more. She slides herself close to me and puts a hand over my shoulder. Her finger taps my shoulder as I fill her glass. She crosses her legs and put one of her legs over mine. “Tell me something, hotcakes.” She takes a sip of the champagne. “Are you a grower or a shower or maybe a bit of both?” I am about to answer her when she keeps on talking, finishing the glass of champagne and then leaning over and placing it in one of the cupholders. “I think I need to find out,” she says, and I don’t have time to register what she says before her one hand flies to my cock, and the other one joins it. I try to protect my junk by trying to move her hands, but her face comes into my neck, and she licks me. She fucking licks me.
“Nancy,” I huff out as I try to push her off me.
“I love when you moan out my name,” she says, crawling onto my lap and straddling me. I put my hands on her hips to pick her up and move her off me.
“Nancy,” I say, and she tries to stick her tongue into my mouth, but I turn my head to the side. I put her in the spot next to me, and I try to get away from her, but she locks her legs around my waist. She grabs my shirt and tries to bring me closer to her. “Nancy.” I finally am able to push away from her, and this time, I sit as far away from her as I can. She looks as if she is going to come toward me, and I put my hand up. “Stay.”
“But what fun is it if I’m over here, and you are all the way over there. For twenty-five K, I better be able to see skin.” She winks at me. “I have a great idea.”
I sit back with my guard up as my head spins as I try to come up with ways to end this date or at least get out with a little bit of my dignity. “Great,” I say with a huge sigh. “What is this?”
“We should go painting.” She grabs her phone. “I know a great artist who has lots of space.”
“That sounds like fun.” I agree. It’s much better than the romantic gondola ride I had scheduled and then the picnic in the park under the stars. “I can do painting.”
“Great.” She claps her hands. “He’s waiting for us. He is going to have to charge double since it’s last minute.”
“That’s fine,” I say, agreeing as she types and then gives me the address. The driver looks at me through his rearview mirror and nods as he makes his way there.
“I shall finish this champagne,” she says, grabbing the bottle and filling her glass and then downing it. “It really goes down smooth, doesn’t it?”
“It should; it’s the best,” I tell her. “But I don’t think it’s good if you finish the whole thing. I mean …” I try not to bring up her age. “Are you on any medications?” I try to find the right words.
“Nope,” she says. “I’m as healthy as can be.” I smile at her, and she winks. “They call me the Energizer Bunny.”
“Is that so?” I nod again, and thankfully, the car comes to a stop.
She looks out the window at the white building. “Oh, good, we’re here.” She grabs her purse and is about to get out of the car when the door opens, and she stops to look at me. “Listen, before we get out, I should tell you that Luigi and I.” She starts and then looks out the front. “We’re friends.”
“That’s good to know,” I tell her.
“With certain benefits,” she says, and my mouth hangs open. “Sexual benefits.” She gets out of the limo, leaving me here in shock. But nothing could prepare me for the man who comes out of the door to greet her. He looks like he is in his early thirties. His long hair flows in the breeze. “Luigi,” she says, and he holds out his hand for her.
“Nancy.” He says her name in his thick accent. “This is a wonderful surprise.” He kisses her on both cheeks, and I get out of the limo. He looks over at me, and you can see he is checking me out up and down.
“Luigi,” she says. “This is hotcakes.” She smiles at him.
“Miller,” I say, holding out my hand, and he shakes it. “Thank you for squeezing us in.”
“For Nancy,” he says, bringing her hand to his mouth. “Anything. Shall we?” He turns and walks back into the house, and I look at the limo guy.
“If you hear screaming, you come and get me,” I tell him, and he shakes his head and laughs. I walk into the house, and I’m surprised by the huge open concept room. A white sheet is in the middle of the room. Canvases are all around the room. Paintbrushes are in buckets everywhere. “Do you do classes?”
“Yes,” Luigi says, going over to the paint in the corner, coming back with the two huge bottles. “It’s where I met Nancy.”