1That compliment filled her heart with more warmth then her nine-year marriage to BJ ever supplied. "It couldn't have been you. There always two sides to any failed relationship."
"True. She wasn't ready to be a wife... or a mother. I'm ready to settle down, live with someone who absolutely takes me apart every time I look at her."
She didn't know how to handle that. Troy Bolton was actually making her nervous, but in all the right ways. Sharpay changed to subject in fear of him finding out that she was now a willing pawn in any chess game he wanted to play. "What's your daughter's name?"
"Brittany(my name. Hehe). The second love of my life."
"And the first one is, let me guess, that gorgeous car in the parking lot."
"Wrong. I'm looking at her. Shar, I know don't believe me, but I had to find you again. I was determined to see you once more, even if you blew me off."
"Why would I blow you off? You're a perfect gentleman."
"Maybe because when I want something, I never think I'm worthy of it."
"Your worthy, troy, and I'm enjoying your company."
"Enough to have another exciting evening with me?"
"Sure. Besides, I want to meet brittany."
troy nodded. "She asked me about who you were when I mentioned your name once or twice. You stayed on my mind all this time."
"Really?"
"Absolutely, girl! That's why I'd love to take you out tomorrow night. What time you close for the holiday?"
"depends on where you wanna take me."
He swallowed the rest of his drink. "I've got a great idea, something I've always wanted to do with you—a haunted house. Tomorrow is Halloween, you know."
She moved closer to him, feeling the heat of his thighs against hers. "I am aware of that. I haven't done one of those things in years."
"I've got the perfect one, if you're game. It's out a little ways, but it's creepy though."
"A monster behind every corner?"
"Better! Get this, Hideous Jason's Hellish Hayride and Haunted Haven. Sound fun?"
"What in the world? That sounds like a place you'd come up with. It's a hayride, too?"
"Yep! We can dress up, sit in the back of the hayride, and make out!"
"no kids?"
"None. It's strictly adults."
"I've always wanted to go on a hayride."
"Then let me take you on one. Say, about nine?"
She sipped the last of her sherry. "Let's do it. Funny thing," she rubbed the back of his warm hands, wishing they were sliding up her thigh and into her panties, "I never thought I'd be on a dat with gabi's baby brother."
"I'll be hell of a date, too, like tonight. If only it could last longer." he looked at his watch. "I have to get brittany from her mom in about an hour or so."
"We have until then, don't we?"
He slowly reached over and took a chance on kissing the most delectable lips he'd ever seen. The very impact of her lips on his stiffened an already super-stiff erection. He nibbled her to lip in long, succulent caresses. Doing the same to her lower lip. The fact that sharpay was finally kissing him back loosened his body, made him relax to her overtures. His soft voice filled her ears."God, shar, I've wanted this so much. I used to dream of you, dream of doing this with you, taking you into my arms and making love to you all night. Is this real? Am I really with you?"
She smoothed the front of is shirt, feeling his rippling muscles, glorying in the touch and aroma of an all-grown-up troy. "It's hard to believe, but this is real, troy." she kissed his lips again before pulling back, staring into his ocean blue eyes. "This is so amazing."
"Isn't it just? Come on, let's take a drive. Tonight is such a beautiful evening. Let's go to a park
know, take in the night air, sit and talk, get to know one another for a few minutes. Would you like that?"
"No one's ever asked me that before. They usually led, and I followed."
"Tonight is going to be different."
His car smelled just as good as good as he did, like smooth, rich leather—a new-car smell. "Hoe long have you had this?"
"Oh, not long. I had it shipped in about a month ago. You like it?"
"It's beautiful."
"Like you." he put his hand over hers and kept it there for what seemed to be minutes, but was only seconds. The thing was, she didn't want him to move it. His skin felt good on hers, and she liked it—a lot. He took a deep breath. "We're alone here and I could het us in a lot of trouble, Shar—you know how crazy I am."
The way he said that made her want to say, forget the park. Let's het naked. Then she actually did say it, and didn't even realize it a first. She was so taken by how fine and gentle he'd become.
