Elsie
“Why did I agree to this? I can’t go on a date with a man like Kellan,” I sigh, tossing my hands in the air, “Would you relax! He is only a man.” Cassie laughs.
He isn’t just a man. He is like no other man I have ever crossed paths with. I throw myself down on my bed, on top of the pile of clothes on it. Yes, I am being overly dramatic, but I am freaking the hell out.

“Kellan is in a completely different league of man! He should be dating supermodels or something, not little old me. I think I am going to cancel. I should cancel.” I huff.
Suddenly, Cassie is leaning over the top of me, hand on her hip and a serious look on her face, “You are not cancelling. Now get your dramatic ass out of bed and get ready. He will be here in an hour,” she says firmly, but at the same time, trying to stop herself from laughing, “God, so bossy!” I whine, rolling my eyes, “Now, El.” I flip her off but jump to my feet.
Cassie smiles brightly because I listen to her, “Now, what to wear,” I say, tapping my fingers on my chin, “You concentrate on your hair and make-up. I will sort an outfit for you.” She smiles.
I know I am in good hands with her. Her fashion sense is excellent. I sit in front of my full-length mirror and pin my hair up to do my make-up. I don’t wear much; I prefer to keep it light and natural, except for my lips. I always paint those in my favourite red lipstick.
I straighten my hair, pinning my bangs, or they will annoy me. I turn my attention back to Cassie, who has my entire outfit laid out for me. A blue cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. It would reach midthigh, a small slip up the right-hand side—a silver bag and shoes to match, finishing the look off with my Swade short jacket.
“What are your thoughts?” she asks, “I love it!” I gush. Thank God for a best friend who always has my back. I remove my dressing gown, putting my outfit on in its place.

“How do I look?” I question, twirling, “Gorgeous!” she gushes.
I checked the time and still had ten minutes, so time for a glass of wine, only a small one to relax me. Cassie pours us a drink, and I down it causing her to laugh at me. There is a knock at the door, and I begin to freak out again, “You take a deep breath, and I will answer the door.” She smiles.
I nod, taking a few deep breaths. I hear them greet each other, talking for a second. I wait until she invites him in, going through to join them. Kellan looks up when he hears my heels on the tiled floor. His eyes run over me, and a smirk creeps onto his lips. I blush, making my way to him, trying to keep it together. He looked very handsome in his dress trousers, shirt, and dinner jacket.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiles, “Hello…” I breathe out.

I am still not sure what is happening here because my gut tells me Kellan isn’t much of a dater, more of a hook-up type of guy, but let’s see where the night takes us.
“Are you ready to go, kitten?” he questions. I manage to strain out a yes. We said goodbye to Cassie. Kellan places his hand on the small of my back, leading us outside.
He led us to a blue Lamborghini, “We are going in this?” I say wide-eyed, “Yes, if you are okay with it?” he asks, and I nod. I have never been in a car like it or anything close to it. I shouldn’t be surprised the vehicle he drives is as sexy as he is.
Kellan opens the passenger door for me, letting me climb in, his eyes on my ass as I do. I swear I hear him moan before he closes the door behind me. He runs around, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Ready to go?” he asks, “Yes, please! I want to know how it feels riding in a car like this.” I beam. I am not one to be impressed with fancy things, but I couldn’t help it with the car, “You are going to love it. It is such a smooth ride, but I promise not to go too fast.” He chuckles.
I have no clue where our date is, “Where are we going?”, “It is a secret, but I promise you will love it. Though, it takes an hour to drive, forty minutes or less in this beauty.” He answers.
Should I be concerned we are going so far out for a first date? I am probably being paranoid, but I do have a tracker on my phone, one to which Cassie has access to her, and I have the same for her. Better safe than sorry.
“Oh…” I trail off, “Elsie, relax, kitten. You are safe with me, I promise.” He encourages, reaching over to squeeze my knee.
We finally pull away, and the feel of the car, the sound is thrilling, “You are cute when you are excited,” he chuckles, “Sorry, I am not used to such things.” I giggle nervously, my cheeks heat.
He moved his hand from my knee to my thigh, “You have nothing to be sorry about. It is nice to see.” He replies, circling his fingers on the skin of my thigh. I moan softly, shuddering under his touch.
I see a sly look take over his face out of the corner of my eye. I glare at him, causing him to laugh loudly and pull his hand away.
“So, are you going run away from me tonight?” he teases, “It depends on if you annoy me or are rude,” I warn.
“I will be on my best behaviour unless you ask me otherwise,” he smirks, “Oh, get over yourself,” I chuckle.
“Come on now, sweetness, don’t start pretending again that you don’t want me. You would love to get into a world of trouble with me, and it would be worth every damn second,” his voice is full of confidence because he knows every word is accurate, but I refuse to admit it so quickly, “You continue to tell yourself that, Kellan.”
“And by the end of the night, I will prove it,” he counters, “Ha, if you think we are fucking tonight, you are wrongly mistaken. I am not that sort of girl,” I respond firmly, “who said anything about us having sex? You are the one thinking that angel. I meant a kiss by the end of the night, dirty girl.”
“Whatever,” I laugh it off, “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want and need if it is something you truly want,” he smirks, “Oh, hush and concentrate on your driving,” I insist, rolling my eyes.
Something tells me most of the night is going to be like this. It isn’t going to be like any ordinary date. I am both anxious and excited to find out.