by Nikki Wild
I pulled my phone down and glanced at the time. It was mid-afternoon… plenty of time to make some arrangements.
“How about seven o’clock?”
She thought on it. “That could work.”
“Awesome. What do you want to eat?”
“Something delicious.”
“Heh. Well, there’s that new seafood place in town… the one over on Haverty Avenue. I hear that they actually do a surprisingly good fish and chips, although it’s kind of hard to fuck that up…”
“Seafood at seven. Sounds like a plan.”
“Awesome. I’ll see you then.”
As I hung up the phone, I felt completely invigorated. Not only was the night still on, but Clara was understanding of the possible consequences… and I no longer had to try and hide our parents’ engagement from her.
Although, I hadn’t expected them to already schedule the wedding… and my grandparents were going to be flying in shortly.
My grandparents, I thought with trepidation.
The thought of encountering them again put a terrible taste in my mouth. I didn’t fear them, either of them… but they held the keys to my destiny in their back pocket.
A night with Clara…
Our parents’ wedding in two days…
It was a lot of new information to process. Things were escalating quickly, and they were forcing my hand when it came to the girl that I wanted. With anyone else, I would have been fine with moving things along at this brisk pace… but I was afraid of pushing her too hard and shoving her away forever. The stakes were higher than I liked – a lot higher.
My fists clenched at my side.
I’d have to play this one close to the chest.
Ten
The restaurant Dalton had mentioned was this new place called La Villa Peche. It was a smaller spot, fitting for a college city like ours, but I’d heard that it served exquisite food priced higher than the hipsters and students could reasonably afford.
Although we didn’t discuss it, I still classed myself up for the occasion. With Natalie’s help, I chose a slimming black ensemble, even doing my hair and makeup for over an hour.
“You look marrrrvelous,” she cooed in that silly regal accent again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you glam up,” Jared mentioned when I stepped out into the open den. “You look, like, really good.”
The surprised look on his ordinarily dull face told me he was being sincere. As if I needed any secondary gratification, Natalie quickly tugged at the back of his hair.
“Now, now, remember that I’m literally right here,” she chuckled in faux jealousy. “But yeah, my girl cleans up well.” She looked up at me with a smirk. “She should do it way more often. You know you can make yourself freaking amazing without going to dinner with some older British army dude.”
“I never really have a reason to,” I shrugged. “It’s time consuming. The only time I ever really put makeup on is for work and, well, I know I’m just going to sweat half of that, so I barely bother.”
Natalie jokingly rolled her eyes. “Hopeless. Hopeless, girl.” She turned to her boyfriend, her hand on her hip. “Do you see what I’ve gotta put up with here?”
Jared was blatantly checking me out again, and she sighed dramatically. “Alright, buddy. No blowjobs tonight.”
“Wait, what?” His eyes finally snapped back off of me. “I was just admiring her! Platonically! You can’t do that! Can you?”
My best friend and I shared a knowing look.
“Keep that attitude up, and this,” she motioned up and down her curves, “is all going on lockdown. We are talking ‘joining a nunnery’ levels of sexual deprivation. I’ll see to it that my downstairs is drier than a cinderblock if you keep digging this hole of yours. A desert will be wetter than I am tonight…”
“But you’re insatiable,” I teased her. “How the fuck are you planning on pulling that one off when you can barely keep your hands off of him?”
Natalie laughed with mock glee. “Oh, you spunky little bitch, don’t you dare undermine me in front of my boyfriend! He doesn’t have to know that!”
Jared looked confused.
“Wait. Does this mean we’re having sex?”
Natalie and I shared a look again.
“And you say I’m the hopeless one,” I replied, shaking my head as I grabbed my keys.
As I closed the door behind myself, I heard her shout after me: “THAT’S IT, CLARA, I’M FUCKING HIM SIDEWAYS IN YOUR BED. BOOM.”
That’s why I was still grinning like an idiot as I sat down in the outside waiting area in front of the restaurant, even if there was a significant line in the lobby and an hour-long wait.
Dalton arrived on his motorcycle not more than a couple of minutes later, kicking down the stand and stepping free from his throttling ride. As he spotted me, he crossed the parking lot dressed in an ensemble of casual clothes, complemented by dress shoes and a sleek blazer that surprisingly worked with his outfit.
“You look… absolutely stunning,” he murmured, checking me out before glancing down at his own clothes. “Maybe I should have consulted you before I threw this on…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied warmly, standing up from my seat. “You look really good too, all things considered. Now, let’s grab ourselves a table. I put us down, but it’s… going to be a while.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he smirked. “I called hours ago and set a reservation. We should have something ready in under five minutes.”
I admit it; I was just a little impressed.
We sat down together at an intimate table, and our waitress was over shortly to introduce herself and take our drink orders. I didn’t miss that she was having a hard time taking her eyes off of Dalton – especially as soon as he opened his mouth and let that rich accent pour out.
I wasn’t all that jealous. It was just a nice little reminder that, despite the complications of our lives, I was seated at dinner with one of the hottest guys around.
I ordered the blackened tilapia with steamed garlic vegetables, and Dalton requested the fish and chips with tentative anticipation. While we waited on the food, we made small talk, asking about homework assignments and expressing surprise at our psychology professor’s commitment to immediately presenting challenging assignments.
Despite how busy the place was, the ticket times were on point. We were just wrapping up our salads – a house salad for myself, and a Caesar salad for him – when the foodrunner stepped over, whipped open a tray rack, and began dispensing plates. I spotted other dishes on the tray; after ensuring that we were fine for the moment, he whisked them away, several tables down. I glanced over and spotted someone I hadn’t expected:
Jeremy.
We made eye contact briefly, and I instantly turned away. I’d almost completely forgotten about him by now, with Dalton’s presence in my life. What the fuck is my ex-boyfriend doing here? I cursed my vicious drop in luck.
Dalton seemed to notice that I was bothered, and his eyes slid over my shoulder. After a second, my heart collapsed in my chest as I realized why.
“Clara? Oh, I thought that was you!”
Jeremy was standing behind me. I stole a horrified glance up at him. He was still overly tanned, built broadly with a surfer’s body and a pair of glasses that previously made him look dignified and intelligent… but now only made him look like a creeper.
“Hullo,” Dalton smirked confidently. “You a friend of hers?”
Jeremy clasped his hand onto my shoulder, and I flinched. He laughed haughtily at my reaction before withdrawing his touch.
“Yes, this is my ex-girlfriend. I’m Jeremy, by the way. Sorry to interrupt, I just thought I’d swing by and catch up for a moment…”
“I’m afraid we’re kind of busy at the moment,” Dalton raised an eyebrow. “I’ll have to insist that this happen at another time.”
I made the mistake of turning back to Jeremy. His eyes burned do
wn into mine, peering deep into me with that razor-sharp perception that he’d always had.
I always hated when he did that.
It made me feel like I couldn’t keep any secrets from him… because he always saw right through me, straight down into my core.
“Yes, yes, sorry to bother you on your, uh, date,” Jeremy smiled, although nothing in his eyes was grinning. “I just wanted to swing by and tell you that I’m glad you’ve moved on. You deserve to be happy. Why, after that nasty business before, I was afraid you’d never date again… but, that’s not my place.”
He turned to Dalton with a smug smile and shrugged. “Anyway, enjoy your meal. I’ll see you around, Clara.”
“No, you won’t,” I gritted my teeth.
“I think I will,” he promised quietly before turning on his heel and sauntering back to his table. I glanced over my shoulder at him, noticing that he never looked back.
I sensed Dalton stiffen up behind me.
“Okay… who the fuck was that?”
With an exasperated sigh, I turned back to him. “That’s my, uh, ex-boyfriend,” I replied. “We dated for just under two years. He’s not exactly a high point in my life.”
“How long ago did you two break up?”
“I’m not talking about this right now,” I told him, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
Dalton silenced himself, staring at me with a mixture of surprise and irritation. I could already sense the night slipping away from me, and it was all thanks to that absolute asshole.
Why the fuck did he have to be here?
“You’ve lost your appetite,” Dalton observed, watching how I wasn’t touching my food. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”
“I said I’m not talking about it,” I replied angrily. “But yeah. I’m not hungry anymore. Can we just go? I don’t want to be here.”
Dalton looked hurt, and I realized that it wasn’t Jeremy who was fucking up the night… it was me.
“Wait, no, I didn’t mean–”
Dalton was already getting the attention of our server, who had chosen that moment to pass by the table. “The check, if you’d please.”
“Oh, of course,” she replied, glancing at our plates. “Was everything alright? Do you two need boxes?”
“Everything’s fine, we’ve just had a change of plans. And yes, boxes would be grand.”
“Very well then,” the waitress nodded, subtly checking him out again before scampering off towards the nearest terminal.
“We can stay here,” I tried to backtrack. “I just… it was a knee-jerk reaction. Tonight doesn’t have to end like this. I’m sorry that I overreacted, it’s just that that guy–”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied dispassionately. “Anyway, the night’s not over. So what if dinner didn’t work out? We’ve still got the rest of the evening.”
“What’s… the rest of the evening?”
Dalton chuckled. “You’ll see.”
He paid the waitress as I boxed up our food. After we were done, he pulled me close and whispered into my ear: “Follow me.”
I did as I was told as he led me outside. Despite my best intentions, as we crossed towards the door, I couldn’t help but glance towards the bastard who’d thrown a kink into my entire evening.
Jeremy was watching me over a glass of wine, sipping quietly with a slight, mischievous smile on his face. There were a couple of other people with him – friends of his, who were all following me with their snarky, insidious gazes.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried my hardest to ignore the looming pit in my stomach.
“Alright, we’re not going too far from here” Dalton indicated once we’d stepped outside. “Like I said, just follow me. If a light cycle separates us, I’ll just pull over. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough,” I confirmed.
“Good,” he smirked. “Right this way…”
I climbed into my faithful old car as he mounted his motorcycle. Twisting the key in the ignition… nothing happened.
No. Not now. Don’t you dare do this now.
I gave it a few more twists. Silently, I prayed to whatever entities were listening, and vehemently cursed the car with each breath.
“Is everything alright?”
I looked up, and saw that Dalton was wandering back over. No, don’t embarrass me NOW, I rapidly thought to myself.
“Yeah, everything’s good! Car’s just giving me a little bit of trouble. I shouldn’t be any more than a few more seconds…”
He didn’t look convinced as he paused outside my door. Steeling myself, I put my energies into one final twist of the keys. Come on, you piece of shit car! Don’t fail me now! Surprisingly, it kicked into gear – just in time for me to spot Jeremy stepping outside to smoke a cigarette, his eyes somehow finding me with a glance.
Goddammit all to hell, I thought to myself.
“You’re good?” Dalton asked.
“I am. Let’s get out of here.”
He shook his head with amusement and wandered back over to his motorcycle. A few moments later, he was revving the engine, I pulled out of park, and we were on the road.
Of course, Jeremy appeared to watch me drive off, following Dalton’s bike.
Dalton’s mystery locale took us down the major roads, but I couldn’t particularly tell where we were going. For a moment, I thought he was driving us towards the nearby mall – but he made a crucial last turn before the road pointed us straight to the parking lot. Instead, it wrapped through a neighborhood nearby, redirecting us towards a nearby, major shopping avenue.
I was starting to get amused with this.
After all, I had no idea what he had in mind.
A few moments later, he made a turn down a small road. I followed him, realizing that it extended back behind all the stores and the local cinema, taking us towards the new, lavish hotel that had been built back there.
Oh, this is going to be interesting, I smirked.
We parked in the massive parking garage, and he led me towards the elevator. We barely spoke a word to each other until the lift was moving downward towards the lobby.
“…A hotel,” I observed.
“What, is that a problem?” He raised an eyebrow. “Not a fan of hotels?”
“It’s a bit… forced, isn’t it?”
“Just wait,” Dalton chuckled. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem with the arrangements I have in mind, even if they were a bit last minute…”
I bit my tongue, sincerely interested to see where he was going with all of this.
We stepped off at the lobby, wandering over the front service desk. A young, cheery clerk with fluffy ginger hair and cute makeup greeted us.
“Checking in?”
“Yes. The reservation’s under Dalton Carlyle,” he casually remarked to her, as if there was some special weight to this that I just didn’t understand.
The front desk clerk ran the name. After a second, her eyes bugged out. “Ah, yes. You were our last-second reservation, weren’t you? My boss mentioned something about this… could you possibly wait a moment? I want to check on this before I hand the keys over.”
“Certainly,” he replied, clearly unperturbed by her surprise. Personally, I wasn’t sure I knew what was going on, and I kept drifting my attention from one of them to the other.
“Excellent. If I could have you step aside, I just need to make a quick call…”
We did as we were asked, in case other guests were to come up behind us and require immediate attention. Meanwhile, the clerk lifted a telephone receiver and dialed in three buttons, waiting for the line to pick up.
“Yes, I’m calling about the Carlyle reservation from today… yes, they’re here now… I see… are you sure?... No, I understand, I just wanted to… mhmm… yes… okay. Thanks. I’ll let them know.”
She disconnected the call and waved us back over. “Right. Sorry about that, I just wanted to check on the preparations first. I’m afr
aid that they were running a little behind schedule, but I’ve been given the all clear to let you through. Let me assign you your keys…”
The clerk took a moment to run our door keys through the system, and quickly assembled a folder of reading material, hotel rules, and assorted information for us.
“Now then, you’ll be in Room 4B. Let’s see… I’ve got the wifi password right here, written up here at the top…” She quickly pointed out the information with a fingertip, “and beneath that is the code you type in to request room service. If you have an emergency, please type in Pound Sign, One into the phone, and wait three to four seconds. That should be on a sticker on your phone but, you know, just in case…”
We quickly signed the liability and reservation forms she presented to us, and the clerk smiled chirpily at us.
“Excellent. Welcome to the Rasidion Hotel, Mister Carlyle and guest. I hope that you do enjoy your stay, and please don’t hesitate to contact us if you need anything at all.”
“Splendid,” Dalton smiled, taking the folder. “You’ve been a delight. I apologize for any inconvenience in my reservation tonight.”
“I’m just happy you managed it,” she shrugged happily. “It was canceled early this morning. You usually need to book that a month in advance, unless you’re one of our Premiere Club guests…”
“Maybe it’s my lucky day,” he smiled, and we departed off down towards the elevator. After a moment, he keyed in the top floor, and we began the ascent.
“What did you do?” I asked curiously, peering at him. “That didn’t seem like any old hotel reservation to me…”
“Tonight is meant to be special,” he casually shrugged. “I called around to see if I could land a room befitting the occasion, and it just so happened that this one was open.”
“What kind of room?”
“You’ll see,” he smiled warmly.
We rode the rest of the way in silence. After a moment, the doors pinged open, and we stepped out into a particularly extravagant hotel floor. It was as if Natalie had just decided to talk her parents into buying part of the hotel. The crown molding alone looked like it went for a premium, and the décor seemed to favor crystal.
