So I am thinking a few of you were confused when I uploaded that last segment. Sorry about that :d

That chapter two was like an outtake, it was originally chapter one, until I reconfigured it into what it is now. So this chapter is a continuation of the first chapter, haha. Sorry for being a little confusing.

This is just a filler chapter, oops. I'll get the next chapter up either tomorrow or tomorrow night. It just really depends.

I'm enjoying working on this story and I'm really glad so many of you guys have taken interest in it as well! It makes me super happy.

PS - The next chapter will be the cause of the soon rating change, and that is when the first major sex scene will take place. There's only going to be a few scenes like that, just so you know, so don't get all icked out about it. :P

Here is chapter two!

"So, where exactly will our little tryst take place? I mean, we didn't really discuss that important detail," I'm saying as we're walking out of the museum. To where? I have no fucking idea.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "First, we need to go get my car. Now, that's important." He turns, heading for the valet services, and I follow him, jogging to keep pace.

"Really? You got valet parking for this event? Wow." I grab his shoulder to stop him from continuing and his brow furrows, his lips parted wide. "What do you mean? Didn't you get valet parking?" He shoves his hand in the pocket of his slacks and pulls out the claim ticket. "I'll be right back," he says, walking up to the counter.

I didn't have the balls to tell him that I bummed a ticket and a ride off James.

I feel my pocket to make sure my phone's still there. You never know when you'll need that damn waste of money. It comes in handy, sometimes.

But this guy isn't that creepy, right?

I'm not that scared, after all, he did giggle like a little kid a few times.

I might be a little insane for doing this, but maybe I just wanna get laid. With new experiences you can fib a little, right? He's a complete stranger, all I know about him is that he's rich.

But he doesn't know I'm not.

So I'm going to keep it that way.

I hope.

I don't want to screw this up.

I kind of want this to develop further.

Who saying that? Definitely not me.

I probably am insane.

"Dammit!" He hits the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and slowly shakes his head.

"What?" I ask, observing his profile.

The soft slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, even his cute little butt chin. I smile at the thought and he looks over at me. "Why are you smiling? And I missed the turn, just so you know."

"But where exactly are we going?"

He sighs. "If I answer you, will you stop being so impatient?"

I nod, and he rolls his eyes.

"We're going to my house."

"Is it nice?"

"Well, it's sort of big."

Big is an understatement. It's fucking huge.

"Why do you need such a big house?" I say, as we're pulling into the garage, which, coincidentally, is the size of my whole apartment.

"Oh, you know. I need my space."

I smirk. "You're not that big, dude."

He blushes and runs a hand through his hair. "That's not what I was trying to say, thank you very much."

"I'm sure it isn't, but let's go do this."

"We're not going to do that kinky as fuck shit, you hear?"

Laughing, I shake my head. "No, I'm not interested in that kind of stuff, actually. I'm more interested in you," my hand stroes his cheek and he burns up.

"Oh, oh," he says. "Not in the car." His blush is really cute and I want to pinch his cheeks a little, here and there.

Maybe I am insane, but I think I know what I am doing.

Just maybe.