Bruce took out his cell phone and called Amy.
"Hello tall, dark and handsome"
Bruce chuckled. "I don't know if I'm going to get used to you talking this way. But I like it.... I should be at your house soon."
"You know what? I was just thinking that we should meet at a gas station or something. I just finished telling Lauren that I'm going away to sort out some stuff. I said it like I was going alone. I don't know if she'll understand that I'm leaving with you. Anyway, I don't want her to blab anything to Victor and it get to David."
His heart sank a bit. Bruce was a little let down that Amy was still worrying about David McClaren.
"You know Amy; the windows are tinted in this thing. You could just say that you took a cab or if someone actually sees me –I came to give you a ride. You tell them you wanted to leave, but were too tired to drive," Bruce reluctantly replied.
"Yeah you're right. Actually no one would think anything wrong about you giving me a ride."
Amy didn't pick up on Bruce's tone in this instance.
"Well I'm pulling up to your house now. Do you want me to get out and help you with anything or should I just lay low in the vehicle?" said Bruce somewhat sarcastically, still a little hurt.
"Are you mad? ...Wait a minute, aren't you the one who said we had to wait until our work situation changed before we let anyone know anything?" snapped Amy.
Amy, angry at first, threw herself onto her bed. Then she felt guilty. Probably because she just snapped at Bruce instead of talking things through. "Geez, the guy who never opens up just told me he loved me a minute ago," she thought. She really believed she was only doing what Bruce had asked. She felt worse because she realized that Bruce might've interpreted what she said as being embarrassed to be seen with him. Then she justified to herself that she's not the one who has something against interracial relationships. "Maybe he thought I care what David thinks?" she second guessed herself. She was too tired to think straight, but she was saddened by the thought that they had already gotten into a spat so soon.
Bruce felt guilty; Amy was right. He was the one who suggested they keep things tightly sealed. "Wasn't that the reason I told her I'd rent a car?" he thought. He felt really foolish AND guilty.
"I'm sorry baby... I get stupid when I'm tired. You're right; I am the one that suggested we keep things on the DL. I wouldn't want to jeopardize your career, especially since we won't even be an issue in a couple of weeks. Hey, I'm going to wait for you at that shopping center up the street. If you'd care to follow me, you can drop your vehicle there. Then you can tell who ever needs to know that you were too tired to drive and you called a cab from there. Sound good?'
Amy didn't hear much after he called her "baby" again, but she got the gist of what he was saying.
"Mm hmm I'm on my way. I'll be there in a minute," Amy said in a hurried voice. She was flying down the stairs.
"Hey" Bruce quickly said to grab Amy's attention before she hung up.
"Yeah"
Amy packed her things in the car and started to drive after Bruce.
"You still mad at me?"
"No... I was just afraid you actually thought I was embarrassed to be seen with you. OR that you thought I still cared about what David thinks."
"Yeah, well you weren't too far off. But it was really because I wasn't thinking straight. I'm glad you're not mad. Though..." Bruce purposely lingered to make Amy curious.
"What?"
"It would've been fun making it up to you."
"Well who said you aren't going to have to?" teased Amy.
"Ah, you got me there," laughed Bruce.
"Well I'm waiting at the far end of the parking lot at the plaza. By the way, they didn't have an Escalade, so I'm in a black Lincoln Navigator."
"I know, I saw you out the window.... Wow. So you're going to make it up to me in the Navigator? I heard those things are pretty roomy," chided Amy.
"Only if you want me to. It's not what I had planned, but it is roomy," joked Bruce in return.
Amy pulls into the parking lot. She spots the Navigator and drives toward it.
"No, no. I don't want to spoil your plans, as much fun as the Navigator sounds, I'll have to leave it for another day. I think we should get off the phone now that we can talk face to face," Amy teased.
She was completely overwhelmed with excitement. She really didn't understand why, she didn't know what to expect. She figured that she must really want Bruce. Then she realized: Maybe it was the fact that he was treating her exactly like she's always wanted.
Bruce wasn't having much success at keeping calm. Amy's teasing didn't help his frame of mind. He was grateful that the parking lot was not well lit and his jacket was long.
Amy quickly got out of her car. She was anxious to see how Bruce would greet her.
Bruce got out, wanting just to help her with her things. He was afraid Amy might notice his condition.
"Where's your stuff?"
They both had big grins on their faces. Amy walked up to him, still looking for a greeting and not noticing Bruce's condition.
Bruce tried to get her off guard before she got too close. "I'll properly greet you in the vehicle Miss. Just in case of anyone might be standing in the shadows. Besides, a real man would've gotten his lady's suitcase before she stepped out of her vehicle," Bruce chided.
Amy perked down a tad. "Who said chivalry's dead?!!" she exclaimed. She wondered how he was planning on properly greeting her. She perked back up.
Bruce grabbed her suitcase then opened the Navigator door for her. "Madam"
"Thank you." Amy climbed in.
He gazed at her silhouette as she got into the Navigator. He had no idea how he was going to control himself all weekend, especially if Amy kept toying with him. He said a quick prayer asking God for strength as he put up her suitcase and walked to the driver's side of the Navigator.
Amy was filled with anticipation. It reminded her of waiting to open presents as a child. She was anxiously awaiting, not knowing what to expect.
Bruce got in and Amy was leaning toward him.
"The parking lot is dark and the windows are tinted," thought Bruce, "a passionate kiss could easily take place." But he didn't want things to get carried away; it wasn't going to be easy to stop. He decided to give her a quick kiss. Amy was staring at him with a longing look. He turned to her and gently cupped the left side of her face with his hand. He leaned in, watched as Amy close her eyes, closed his and then he softly touched her lips with his. He opened his eyes and saw a semi look of disappointment on Amy's face as he was pulling away. She always got her way with him; he couldn't stand to disappoint her. So against all reason, he kissed her again.
Bruce had kissed her quickly and lightly. At first Amy was disappointed, but soon she realized the light touch of his lips was just the beginning. He cradled her head and neck in his gentle but powerful hand as he brought his mouth to hers again. This time it was slightly open, opening wider as the seconds went by, losing inhibitions about going too far. Amy lost her inhibition of wondering if her breath was fresh; it didn't seem like Bruce noticed.
She had put her right hand on his chest at first, but quickly slid both arms around him. She didn't want to break free yet. Breathing stopped while their lips were intertwined as if they were sustaining themselves just by kissing. They kissed slow and deep. Bruce wrapped Amy in his arms, holding her tight. Bruce had his seat further back, to accommodate his length so Amy would've been laying on him if it wasn't for the console in the middle of the seats. They got lost in the kiss.
It was amazing to her. Their mouths barely separated to catch their breaths. Amy didn't know if it was the tension being released, or if this was how real love felt: She did know that she had never been kissed this way. A simple kiss with Bruce was beyond anything she had experienced physically with a man. She didn't want it to end, and fought with the urge to climb on top of him until she couldn't any longer. As she tried to get over the console, approaching headlights in the parking got their attention and finally broke their kiss.
They threw themselves back into their seats and sat up. It looked like a police car. The lights on the top started flashing as the cruiser headed towards them.
"Hello tall, dark and handsome"
Bruce chuckled. "I don't know if I'm going to get used to you talking this way. But I like it.... I should be at your house soon."
"You know what? I was just thinking that we should meet at a gas station or something. I just finished telling Lauren that I'm going away to sort out some stuff. I said it like I was going alone. I don't know if she'll understand that I'm leaving with you. Anyway, I don't want her to blab anything to Victor and it get to David."
His heart sank a bit. Bruce was a little let down that Amy was still worrying about David McClaren.
"You know Amy; the windows are tinted in this thing. You could just say that you took a cab or if someone actually sees me –I came to give you a ride. You tell them you wanted to leave, but were too tired to drive," Bruce reluctantly replied.
"Yeah you're right. Actually no one would think anything wrong about you giving me a ride."
Amy didn't pick up on Bruce's tone in this instance.
"Well I'm pulling up to your house now. Do you want me to get out and help you with anything or should I just lay low in the vehicle?" said Bruce somewhat sarcastically, still a little hurt.
"Are you mad? ...Wait a minute, aren't you the one who said we had to wait until our work situation changed before we let anyone know anything?" snapped Amy.
Amy, angry at first, threw herself onto her bed. Then she felt guilty. Probably because she just snapped at Bruce instead of talking things through. "Geez, the guy who never opens up just told me he loved me a minute ago," she thought. She really believed she was only doing what Bruce had asked. She felt worse because she realized that Bruce might've interpreted what she said as being embarrassed to be seen with him. Then she justified to herself that she's not the one who has something against interracial relationships. "Maybe he thought I care what David thinks?" she second guessed herself. She was too tired to think straight, but she was saddened by the thought that they had already gotten into a spat so soon.
Bruce felt guilty; Amy was right. He was the one who suggested they keep things tightly sealed. "Wasn't that the reason I told her I'd rent a car?" he thought. He felt really foolish AND guilty.
"I'm sorry baby... I get stupid when I'm tired. You're right; I am the one that suggested we keep things on the DL. I wouldn't want to jeopardize your career, especially since we won't even be an issue in a couple of weeks. Hey, I'm going to wait for you at that shopping center up the street. If you'd care to follow me, you can drop your vehicle there. Then you can tell who ever needs to know that you were too tired to drive and you called a cab from there. Sound good?'
Amy didn't hear much after he called her "baby" again, but she got the gist of what he was saying.
"Mm hmm I'm on my way. I'll be there in a minute," Amy said in a hurried voice. She was flying down the stairs.
"Hey" Bruce quickly said to grab Amy's attention before she hung up.
"Yeah"
Amy packed her things in the car and started to drive after Bruce.
"You still mad at me?"
"No... I was just afraid you actually thought I was embarrassed to be seen with you. OR that you thought I still cared about what David thinks."
"Yeah, well you weren't too far off. But it was really because I wasn't thinking straight. I'm glad you're not mad. Though..." Bruce purposely lingered to make Amy curious.
"What?"
"It would've been fun making it up to you."
"Well who said you aren't going to have to?" teased Amy.
"Ah, you got me there," laughed Bruce.
"Well I'm waiting at the far end of the parking lot at the plaza. By the way, they didn't have an Escalade, so I'm in a black Lincoln Navigator."
"I know, I saw you out the window.... Wow. So you're going to make it up to me in the Navigator? I heard those things are pretty roomy," chided Amy.
"Only if you want me to. It's not what I had planned, but it is roomy," joked Bruce in return.
Amy pulls into the parking lot. She spots the Navigator and drives toward it.
"No, no. I don't want to spoil your plans, as much fun as the Navigator sounds, I'll have to leave it for another day. I think we should get off the phone now that we can talk face to face," Amy teased.
She was completely overwhelmed with excitement. She really didn't understand why, she didn't know what to expect. She figured that she must really want Bruce. Then she realized: Maybe it was the fact that he was treating her exactly like she's always wanted.
Bruce wasn't having much success at keeping calm. Amy's teasing didn't help his frame of mind. He was grateful that the parking lot was not well lit and his jacket was long.
Amy quickly got out of her car. She was anxious to see how Bruce would greet her.
Bruce got out, wanting just to help her with her things. He was afraid Amy might notice his condition.
"Where's your stuff?"
They both had big grins on their faces. Amy walked up to him, still looking for a greeting and not noticing Bruce's condition.
Bruce tried to get her off guard before she got too close. "I'll properly greet you in the vehicle Miss. Just in case of anyone might be standing in the shadows. Besides, a real man would've gotten his lady's suitcase before she stepped out of her vehicle," Bruce chided.
Amy perked down a tad. "Who said chivalry's dead?!!" she exclaimed. She wondered how he was planning on properly greeting her. She perked back up.
Bruce grabbed her suitcase then opened the Navigator door for her. "Madam"
"Thank you." Amy climbed in.
He gazed at her silhouette as she got into the Navigator. He had no idea how he was going to control himself all weekend, especially if Amy kept toying with him. He said a quick prayer asking God for strength as he put up her suitcase and walked to the driver's side of the Navigator.
Amy was filled with anticipation. It reminded her of waiting to open presents as a child. She was anxiously awaiting, not knowing what to expect.
Bruce got in and Amy was leaning toward him.
"The parking lot is dark and the windows are tinted," thought Bruce, "a passionate kiss could easily take place." But he didn't want things to get carried away; it wasn't going to be easy to stop. He decided to give her a quick kiss. Amy was staring at him with a longing look. He turned to her and gently cupped the left side of her face with his hand. He leaned in, watched as Amy close her eyes, closed his and then he softly touched her lips with his. He opened his eyes and saw a semi look of disappointment on Amy's face as he was pulling away. She always got her way with him; he couldn't stand to disappoint her. So against all reason, he kissed her again.
Bruce had kissed her quickly and lightly. At first Amy was disappointed, but soon she realized the light touch of his lips was just the beginning. He cradled her head and neck in his gentle but powerful hand as he brought his mouth to hers again. This time it was slightly open, opening wider as the seconds went by, losing inhibitions about going too far. Amy lost her inhibition of wondering if her breath was fresh; it didn't seem like Bruce noticed.
She had put her right hand on his chest at first, but quickly slid both arms around him. She didn't want to break free yet. Breathing stopped while their lips were intertwined as if they were sustaining themselves just by kissing. They kissed slow and deep. Bruce wrapped Amy in his arms, holding her tight. Bruce had his seat further back, to accommodate his length so Amy would've been laying on him if it wasn't for the console in the middle of the seats. They got lost in the kiss.
It was amazing to her. Their mouths barely separated to catch their breaths. Amy didn't know if it was the tension being released, or if this was how real love felt: She did know that she had never been kissed this way. A simple kiss with Bruce was beyond anything she had experienced physically with a man. She didn't want it to end, and fought with the urge to climb on top of him until she couldn't any longer. As she tried to get over the console, approaching headlights in the parking got their attention and finally broke their kiss.
They threw themselves back into their seats and sat up. It looked like a police car. The lights on the top started flashing as the cruiser headed towards them.