6 - Why Not Show You Off?

I didn’t have another date until my tennis date with Chris and I was glad for that. Three dates this week and I was on track to make $1,200 … is this my life now? 

Hard to turn it down. Next week was spring break and I hoped to book a date every night.

I got up early before my tennis date and ran into the salon, opting for another flat ironed high ponytail and light make up. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be sweating and I tended to sweat easily. 

Chris messaged me his address and confirmed the time to meet him. If I hadn’t already decided I was comfortable with him, there’s no way in hell I’d go to his house. Turned out he had a penthouse apartment in a building where I probably couldn’t afford to rent three square feet. 

I went to the front desk and gave my name. The person came out from around the desk and waived for me to follow him. He led me to an elevator and I followed him in. He swiped a badge, hit in a code and off we went. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened right into a living room which I found bizarre. 

Here you are Miss, he said waving his hand toward the open doors. Was I supposed to tip him?

I stepped forward and Chris shot out from around the corner with a warm smile. 

“Hey you,” he said, taking my hand. 

“Can I get you anything to drink?” 

I looked around and tried not to show how badly I was freaking out … I mean he knew he was loaded but this place was insane. The living room had floor to ceiling windows with a view that had to cost seven figures. 

“I’m okay for now, thanks,” I said, shyly.  

His apartment looked brand new, like a magazine and certainly not like anyone actually lived here. I gawked at the perfect kitchen and massive island, and immediately wondered if anyone even used it. 

Chris led me down a hallway and said, “we have about an hour until we need to leave so you can just relax. I got a couple options for you, I want you to be comfortable since we’ll be gone most of the day. 

The tennis is indoors so you won’t have to be bundled up. I hope it is okay but I got something for you to wear for tonight as well, certainly you don’t want to be in a tennis dress all day.” 

He was wearing khaki shorts and a baby blue collared polo, he looked like he fell out of a Gap commercial. I smiled when I realized he was barefoot, because it seemed so normal. At dinner he had looked so formal and professional.

He led me into what seemed like a guest room, it was mostly whites with a bit of pale yellow mixed in, very basic but classic. There was a garment rack and several things spread out on the bed. 

“You can go ahead and dress in the tennis outfit now, but the more formal one you select for the evening, just bring out the garment bag and I’ll have my driver get it. You can change at the club. There’s a bathroom right in there … I’ll just give you some space. Just yell down the hall if you need me.” 

He let go of my hand and it took all my restraint not to reach back for it. 

He flashed me his perfect smile again.

I said, “okay thanks.” 

He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

I kicked off my shoes and began to look through the dresses. The price tags were still on them and I thought I was going to faint. I was a bit afraid to touch anything and actually looked at my hand just to be sure it was clean when I knew it was. 

My, my how the other half lives. 

I pulled out a tennis dress and gawked at how short it was, I stuck my hand under the bottom and let out a long breath when I realized it had shorts. 

My gaze shifted to the bed. There were a few handbags, boxes of shoes and a little tray with some jewelry. 

I immediately fell to my knees and ran my hands over a diamond tennis bracelet. It shimmered in the sunlight and I picked it up, laying it across my wrist. I never dreamed something like this would be against my skin. I also noticed there were matching small hoop earrings and I quickly scooped them up and ran into the bathroom. I put in the earrings and put on the bracelet. 

I felt like a million bucks. 

I settled on both looks and was lost in my thoughts, running around in my bra and underwear trying to pack everything for tonight when there was a quick knock and Chris shot through the door. 

“Hey just checking on you--” 

I gasped and quickly turned around, my face tomato red. 

He laughed, “sorry I should have waited for an answer." 

I waited to see if he was going to leave or what, but it didn’t sound like he was moving, and I felt his eyes on me. I was grateful I wasn’t in a thong but some decent lace panties. 

“Do you need any … help,” Chris said, slowly. 

I was completely frozen but I snatched my tennis dress off the bed and moved toward the bathroom.

“No I’m good, almost done.”

The drive to the country club was comfortably quiet, with Chris taking a couple calls. I was sure my face was still red but neither of us brought it up. In a way I felt like it broke some ice but in another way I felt like I just accelerated things. 

Ever since Chris gave me the most insane compliments of my life, I haven’t been able to think straight. Knowing that someone thinks you are hot and wants to sleep with you … I mean how do you deal with that? 

I’m supposed to just act like he didn’t say it? 

I’m supposed to not instantly get wet every time I look at him? 

I did everything to avoid looking in his direction, and spent the ride just enjoying the window view. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt a hand on my cheek. Chris shifted in his seat to be closer to me. 

“I’m really sorry about that .. back at the apartment. I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” he said, stroking my cheek. 

I turned my face to him and his whole palm held my cheek, it felt so good. 

“It’s okay I was taking too long and just lost track of time,” I gave a shy smile. 

He took his hand away and moved back to his seat but kept facing me, “we’re almost there. This guy we’re going to watch, his name is Caleb, I think I mentioned before he’s an ass. Thinks very highly of himself, I hate that I have to care about impressing him but he’s an important client. 

But well, there’s something else I need to bring up, and I hope you’re okay with it. Dinner tonight is actually going to be with my parents. Is that weird? I mean if you aren’t comfortable with it, I get it. 

But they know how bad things were with Kendra and I haven’t been dating in so long, they’ve been on my ass about it all. I just thought since we were already at the club and they’re having dinner there, why not show you off?”

He gave me a hopeful smile and he reached for my hand, taking it and kissing the back of it. I pressed my knees together and didn’t think I could muster the strength to tell him no. 

“Well it is pretty quick to meet the parents but it’s your date so…” 

He beamed, “let’s have a code word, if you want to bail, how about you fit ‘yellow’ into a sentence and I’ll take the hint?” 

What did I get myself into?

Chris was still holding my hand as the car came to a stop in front of a large building that looked like a hotel but far more preppy. 

Chris sighed. 

“About my parents, well they aren’t around all the time so, I don’t always have to see them, they mostly live in New York. So ... having you here, to show off, would just be..."

"You don't have to explain, it's fine really," I smiled. 

He grinned and kissed the back of my hand.

If he kept that up, I was going to need new panties.