A couple hours later and a few drinks of the new bourbon that Taylor had gotten Wes, half of one for Taylor, Eric was helping her carry her stuff back to her car. While she was leaned over putting a bag in the backseat she heard more tissue paper rattling behind her. Once she turned around she saw Eric holding up a pink striped Victoria Secret's bag. Letting out a small laugh as he handed it to her without a word.
"I see you put a lot of effort into wrapping this," she said setting it in her front seat.
"Well I worked all day yesterday so I didn't really have a lot of time," he said resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck.
"Hmm well maybe you can make it up to me by helping me open it later," she said taking a step closer to him so her breast just brushed across his chest when they both inhaled.
"I think you have yourself a deal Earnhardt," he said smirking moving closer to her so she was pressed against her car and him.
"10:30 sharp Myers. Don't be late," she said whispering in his ear then shoving him off her so she could close her passenger door and walk around to the driver side. Before climbing in she looked up at him again with a smirk to match his own. "My door locks at 10:31, don't let it hit you in the face."
All he does is nod as she gets in her car and drives away from the mansion. Eric was smiling as he walked away from where her car stood until he reentered the Collins residence, thinking of what was to come later in the night. That was until both his and Wes's communicators sounded.
At 10:15 Taylor was posed and ready to answer her door in the little, silk, crimson nightie. Five minutes later she decided a glass of wine would be a good idea. At 10:25 she was starting to get a little nervous, though she'd kill you before she'd admit it. Her hand would shake a little more each time the big hand on her clock would move. And then when the clock chimed 10:30 and there was no knock on her door, she got pissed. As the hand clicked to 10:31 she downed the rest of her glass before standing up and locking her front door before going into her room and changing out of small peice of fabric, throwing it in the trash in the process, and slipping into a pair of sweatpants and an old basketball shirt from high school. Walking back out to the living room she let her dog in from the backyard and poured herself another glass before taking both the glass and the bottle to the couch and curling up with the white pitbull turning on Grey's Anatomy.
It was 11:30 and exact hour after he was supposed to be there that Eric ran up the steps to her front porch and banged on the door. He knew she was still up when he heard the tv on and saw lights on behind the closed blinds. When the first bang didn't get an answer he tried again.
"Earnhardt! Open up! I know you're still up! Let me explain!" he said after banging on the wood door again. This time he heard the TV turn off and the clutter of a glass being sat down. Just as he was adjusting his shirt expecting her to open the door the light above his head went out and more lights in the house turn off as she made her way to her bedroom. He sighed and reluctantly walked back to his truck, vowing to strangle the three men that had tried to rob a bank on Christmas night, all at the same time trying to figure out how to get her to talk to him again. Then he realized the attempted robbery would be on the news in the morning and she would realize it wasn't his fault he was late and she'd wear the nighty for him again.