Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(60)

“Fancy car,” I teased as he closed the door behind us.

“Eh, it’s okay,” he smirked, leaning across and strapping me in before seeing to his own seatbelt.

“Going to tell me where we are going yet?” I asked, slightly hopeful.

“Nope,” he tapped the side of his nose as the car pulled off into the busy, evening traffic.

“Spoil sport.”

The silence fell through the car for a moment, it didn’t feel awkward, just a little unnerving. Was he feeling as nervous as I was? The butterflies swarmed my tummy, feeling like it was constantly somersaulting.

“I want us to get to know each other a little better…” he turned to face me, a glint of something showing in his dark pools. “I know you work for me; you know my daughter and you’re British… That’s all I know.” His shoulders shaking softly as a light chuckle vibrates through him.

I nodded in agreement.

“And I know that you’re possessive, a father and my boss…” I knocked my shoulder into him which caused another laugh to leave him. His large hand found its place on my thigh, a soft squeeze letting me know he also agreed.

“So, let’s get to know each other,” his voice was gentle as he looked out the windscreen at the tail of red lights.

“What do you want to know?” my voice was barely audible through the thick tension and the low rumble of the car engine.

My eyes focused on his fingers as they drummed on the steering wheel of his Porsche.

“You like my car?” he wiggled his brows.

“I do,” I laughed, “it’s nice.” I nodded. I knew nothing about cars.

“Yeah? Do you know what it is?”

“Duh… it’s a Porsche,” I rolled my eyes.

“Rolling your eyes again, wife?”

I nibbled my bottom lip trying to stifle my laugh. Was it wrong that I liked rolling my eyes at him?

“And yes, it’s a Porsche… do you know the model?” his grip tightened on my thigh.

“Erm…” I blushed under his assault, “What is this, twenty-one questions?” I quipped.

He tipped his head back and let out a low grumble of a laugh.

“I’m sorry, just trying to lighten the very solemn mood I feel like is surrounding us.”

I sighed. He was right… the mood was off.

“It’s a 911 GT3, I thought you might have commented on my rose gold wheels,” he winked at me, “Connie thinks they’re girlie.”

“I didn’t really pay attention,” I admitted, rubbing my hands together for something to do.

“Well, when we stop, you can tell me,” he smirks, “now, tell me something about yourself, anything…”

I inhaled deeply. I didn’t want to mention Elijah just yet, it was too soon. My fingers rubbed and twisted at the ring on my finger.

“I am half Venezuelan,” I shrugged my shoulders up.

“Mother or father’s side?”

“Father.” I smiled.

“Did you always want to work in public relations?” he asked as the traffic began to move.

“No, I never really knew what I wanted to do. I sort of fell into PR work and just followed it. I used to help my mum and dad with their little bistro too.” I nodded, pouting my lips as I thought back to my parents. I couldn’t wait to see them.

“I see.”

“I’m petty and act like a brat…” the corner of my mouth turned up slightly.

“Well, I know that already,” he winked before turning down a side road.

Blushing, I turned to face out the window, taking in the sights of pretty New York. We pulled into an underground car park, Killian’s car engine roaring round the space.

“Where are we?” I asked, sad that we had lost the Christmas lights.

“A parking lot,” he smiled as he pulled into a car parking space that had reserved under it.

“This space is reserved,” I pointed out as I shuffled to the edge of my car seat.

“I know, it’s my space.”

“Of course, it is.”

“Problem?”

“Nope.” I held my hands up, a smile creeping across my lips.

“Good.” He turned the engine off, leaning towards me and kissing me on the tip of my nose. “Wrap up baby, it’s cold outside,” he whispered, opening his door and rushing round my side. Opening my door, he held his hand out for me to take which I did gladly.

“You ready for our date?” he pulled me into him. His arms snaking around my waist as he held me close, his lips inches from mine. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me, to hold me and tell me he wanted to give this a go.

But he wouldn’t.

“I am,” whispering, my hands moved to his chest as I pushed him away. I couldn’t be this close to him. It was if water was filling my lungs, slowly drowning in him.

I began to walk towards the exit of the car park, Killian’s fingers wrapping round my wrist as he tugged me back towards him.

“Hey, why are you running off?” his brows pinched.

“I’m not, I am just excited.” I couldn’t even smile fully, my heart hurt, and I had no idea why.

“Walk with me,” I didn’t know if he was asking me or telling me. I nodded; his fingers laced through mine as we walked together. And for the first time ever, it felt right.