Chapter 2 : Night Out
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"HEY!" I yelled running towards him and grabbing his arm.
I felt a sudden shock go through my body as if a lightning bolt hit me. The redhead kid looked at me and I swear it felt as it he was looking into my soul.
"What's wrong?" He said softly and I snapped out of it.
"Um…. your friend… Hermione… was it? She dropped her wallet," I explained a little breathless.
"Thank you!" Hermione said, popping up on the other side of the limo. "I would have bloody freaked if you didn't find it!"
Hermione walked over to my side and stood beside the redhead. God, what was his name? Rob? Ross? I handed it to her and she smiled appreciatively.
"You know, you never told us your name," Hermione pointed out to me.
"Oh sorry, it's Kris, Kris Halloway."
"Nice to meet you Kris," The redhead said and it was killing me that I didn't know his name.
"I'm sorry, what is your name?"
He held out his hand and said,
I took it and was surprised at how incredibly soft it was. Usually a man's hand was rough and hard, like James. But Ron's felt almost as soft as mine, except for they were bigger of course.
"Thanks again Kris but we have to go," Hermione said running back to the other side of the car.
"Sorry, I wish I could spend more time with you," Ron said and didn't let go of my hand.
"Really?" I said amused a little at his comment. "But you've just met me, you don't even know me."
He leaned his head towards me until I could practically see his pores. He smelt nice, some cologne I didn't recognize and his breath smelt like watermelon bubble gum.
"You seem like a really nice American. You could show me around."
I smiled and moved back a little. For some reason the temperature rose about thirty degrees. Stupid New York heat.
"Well that proves that you really don't know me. I am a New Yorker. We are never nice."
"Well maybe I would like that better."
"Ron! Come on!" The blond said out the window.
Ron nodded his head to me and climbed into the limo. I stood there as it drove away and then walked over to my car. For some reason I wanted to spend more time with him too. There was something about him that was different, spontaneous. Not at all like James, who has calmed my wild side down considerably.
It was starting to get dark outside when I walked into my one story apartment and found James sitting in the kitchen with some black slacks on and a white button up shirt.
"Going somewhere?" I asked putting my bags down.
"Only taking you out," He responded and gave me a kiss.
He was a lot distant than usual and that only meant one thing.
"You're going out of town again?"
He signed and got up from the couch, "Only for about two weeks. This merger has to go through and if I am there for it and apart of it, I can make partner."
I smiled sadly and went into our room. James always had some out of town meeting or had to work late. But this was important to him; he could almost be the vice-president of one of the most prestigious company's in the world.
James came up behind me and kissed my neck, "I'm sorry baby, this should be the last time. And if there are any more times, I will be able to take you with me."
I turned around and kissed him softly on the lips.
"It's okay; you gotta do what ya gotta do."
My famous quote, I use that for everything.
"Good, now get dressed, we're going to Cassandra's."
I brightened up and hugged him again. Cassandra's was one of my favorite restaurants; with their wonderful Italian food and their great music. I quickly took a shower and washed my hair. I blow dried my hair and let it down my back with some soft curls. I pulled out some black slacks that were laced up to my knees and a dark red shirt with thin spaghetti straps. I completed my look with some silver hoop earrings and a diamond necklace. I pulled on my black thick-heeled boots and walked into the living room.
"Hmm… we could skip the dinner and go right to dessert," James said with a hungry look in his eyes.
"No way, let's go," I said and rushed out the door past him and into the car.
He walked out the door and locked it behind him. He climbed into the driver's side and started up the car. As we took the short ride to the restaurant I played with the radio until I found my favorite song of the moment, "Karma" by Alicia Keys.
"Man, you be killing me with that song!" James complained.
"Don't hate on Alicia," I said. "You know her songs are tight."
James playfully rolled his eyes and pulled into Cassandra's parking lot. He helped me out the car and we walked hand in hand up to the entrance.
"Why hello Mr. Danter," The host said to us. "You are just in time."
He picked up two menus and led us to a table near the windows. He placed our menus and silverware down and nodded his head.
"Nice seating arrangement," I said looking at James.
"I figured I'd pull some strings to get you a nice table."
"How thoughtful of you."
A female waitress named Joyce came up to us and took our orders. We always ordered the same thing; He gets a medium-rare steak with a loaded backed potato and string beans, I got seafood pasta with shrimp, scallops, crab meat, and oysters. We both get chocolate flavored martinis and water.
I turned around to see Hermione sitting right behind me.
"Hey, how are you?" I said without getting up.
"Good, just checking out some restaurants here."
I looked beside her and noticed the blond was sitting next to her with his hand on her shoulder. I couldn't remember his name to save my life.
"Draco," He said as if he was reading your mind.
I laughed and said, "That's right, I remember now. This is my boyfriend James."
James held out his hand and shook both Hermione and Draco's hand. Harry waved at him and Ron just stared as if he was upset about something.
"Where are you guys from?" James asked.
"England," Draco answered quickly. "We are here on vacation."
"Why don't you guys sit with us?" Harry suggested. "There is plenty of room here for two more."
"Sure," James said.
What? James usually wasn't so friendly. He was always known to keep to himself, which is why we didn't go out much. He probably was just opening up for me, knowing that it annoyed me sometimes.
"So what made you decide on America?" I asked after we had settled ourselves.
"We needed something different," Harry said. "And we've pretty much traveled everywhere else."
"Really? You all look so young to have been everywhere," I said honestly.
"Well, our job took us to a lot of places," Hermione said.
"What do you do?" James asked casually.
I noticed that they started to shift uncomfortably in theirs seats. and in doing that, Ron brushed my leg slightly. That jolt went through my body again and I still don't know why.
"We work for our government," Draco said casually.
"Ooohhh, I see," James said. "You can't really tell us what you do."
They nodded and I eyed them suspiciously. They made a point of diverting their eyes from mine and I grew curious. Somehow it seemed like there was more to this 'government job' than they wanted us to believe.
As if there was a whole other world or universe that we didn't know about.
Dinner was soon over and everyone was too full for dessert. I sipped on my water as I listened to Draco and James talk about some type of car. I had never really been into cars even though James practically lives and breathes them.
"You look really nice tonight."
I turned to where the voice came from and it was the redheaded cutie. I smiled at how he had finally said something the whole night.
"So you decided to speak now?" I asked.
"Sorry, I just haven't been feeling too good," Ron answered with an adorable smirk.
Wait, why was I thinking like this? Everything he does is starting to look cute to me and it shouldn't. I can't be noticing another guy like this. I love James.....
I jolted out of my thoughts and looked at my boyfriend.
"I was asking you if you were ready to go," James said.
I looked down at his hand and saw that he had already paid for the bill with his card. Draco took the liberty of paying for his with cash, and lots of it. Cassandra's might have the best food, but they aren't cheap.
"Yeah, I'm ready," I got up from the table and looked through my purse. "Here is my number, if you ever need any help getting around, call me."
I gave Hermione a small card with my cell and email address on it. She smiled and said thanks. James and I waved goodbye to them and made our way to the front door. For some reason I looked back and saw that Ron was still looking at me. I could feel my face grow hot and I turned back around, breaking eye contact.
"They seem pretty cool," James said on the way home.
"Yeah I guess," I said sleepily.
When we arrived at our apartment we took a long shower together and slipped into our pajama's. As I snuggled up beside him, I wondered what I was going to do for the next two weeks. My best friend Aiesha Wilson was out of town and I didn't have any work to do. I thought about hanging out with Hermione and them but that didn't seem like a good idea. I kept getting thoughts about Ron when I was around him and that would just make things complicated.
"Goodnight baby," James said kissing me on the forehead.
I woke up around eleven Saturday morning and looked at the empty side of my bed. I had already said goodbye to James around six a.m. but I was too tired to stay up. I went into my bathroom and did my daily routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I slipped on a jean skirt with a bright blue halter-top and some blue flower flip-flops. I turned on my TV and wondered what I was going to do for the day when my cell phone rang.
"Hey Kris!" Aiesha said into the phone.
"What's up girl? How's Florida?"
"Hot as hell! I miss New York already! But you know I am getting my freak on!"
I laughed and shook my head. Aiesha was a petite but very attractive woman and never had any problems getting with boys.
"Where is James?" She asked me.
"Out of town."
"AGAIN? I swear he spends more time away from you than with you."
"Yeah, well that's what happens when you are trying to make partner."
"If you say so…." Aiesha said skeptically. "Well I was just checking up on you, I gotta go to this party I was invited to."
"Don't hurt yourself!" I said and then the doorbell rang.
"I won't! Take care of yourself!"
"Bye," I said and hung up the phone.
I walked to the door as I tried to clip my phone to my hip and opened it….
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