Chapter 16: Chapter 16
The handsome man leads me to the entrance of the hotel where I'm staying. So I guess he isn't staying here after all. I can still feel his warm big hand around my waist. People stare at us as we walk. They follow our every step and then whisper to someone close to them,
"I guess they are still not over with our little show at the bar," I whisper softly to the man beside me. Then he leans his face near my ear and says,
"Nope, they are looking at you because you are so damn gorgeous. That's why I had to give you my jacket, to reserve your body solely for me," then he chuckles.
This man is a man of humor. He knows the right words to say, and he knows the right thing to do.
"You and your flattery never end, Mister," I pick up my face to see if he would chase me, but even before I could outrun him, he pulls my arm closer to him, with my side to his chest, and his arm now locked to my shoulder.
"You said anywhere with me, lady," he confirms.
"Indeed, now where to," I throw his remarks back at him. Then, we both pick up our pace in synchronization and head directly to the entrance of Zven Hotel.
A young valet boy hurriedly runs off somewhere when he sees us leaving the premises. A little while later, an angry engine comparable to a roaring lion is heard despite no car is to be seen. The roar of the engine car gets louder, and soon a silver-gray Bugatti Chiron stops right in front of us.
"You gotta be kidding me," I blurt out in excitement leaving my poise for a second, "Never in my life I imagine riding a damn Bugatti," I exclaim and wet my lips feeling elated. The man beside me silently watches me with a delighted face.
"You know your cars, you know your drinks, you know your words, you know almost everything other women don't," his amusement reaches the roof.
"That's Ava Anderson for you, a feature writer from 'Manhattan Heights' and a CEO of 'Events for Keeps'," I proudly introduced myself.
"You don't say," he's even more amused, "So what's a lady like you doing here," prying his nose like a paparazzi.
"I think we still have a long night, Mister," I mention with the intention of spending more time with this handsome man.
The valet boy gets off the car and excitedly rushes towards him, "Wow, sir, I can't believe I'll be able to drive a Bugatti in this lifetime. Woah! She's superb sir."
The handsome man engages and exchanges conversation with this despite his obvious rich status. He never blocks someone inferior to him.
I suddenly thought of Seid, "Well, unlike someone that I know of who's a jackass. Everybody thinks he is all gentle and nice but the truth is, he has a huge pride, talks down on people, and is cold towards almost everyone.
But this man in front of me has his way with people. He taps the shoulder of the young man and even tells him he would bring his other cars and let him drive them, too. Who would expect I would run across a very rich man on my little escapade. When he approaches me last night, I thought that he's only one of the cool men who loves women. But I was wrong. I think I still have some time to know more about him. Without further ado, he finally looks at me and says, "Let's go," he opens the car door for me, something Seid has never done to me since he is always on the run on our dates. I am always left behind.
So without any hesitation, I hop in this once-in-a-lifetime ride. When I peek inside, I can see a red velvet interior for the upholstery of the seat, and a wooden-like structure for the board or fascia, which are both definitely luxurious. To my amazement, I commended it, "She's a goddess beauty in and out."
"And only a goddess beauty like you can ride Greta," he wittily responds with a native German accent on the name Greta. Given his feature, I think he's probably half-German.
I laugh and hop in, and he closes the door. He quickly walks in front of the car to the driver's seat and gets in. As soon as the driver's door shuts, the light blue inside the car alight, and a computer voice speaking in German is heard. I twitch my bottom against the chair, trying to hide my surprise reaction the moment I heard her. The handsome man looks at me but remains silent a bit. Then he begins speaking in German to someone I couldn't see. The next thing I heard is the same female voice, now, speaking in a language I easily comprehend. My face lightens up.
The voice, Greta, I assume, speaks up again, "Good evening, D, Good evening, to you, young lady, how should I address you?"
Awestruck, I look at D, and then point myself while raising my shoulder to express my confusion. He nods, so as weird as I feel, I answer, "Err, call me Ava. Nice to meet you, Greta?" My intonation suddenly rises up, not knowing whether I engage in a rightful conversation or not. Then, seconds later, Greta answers,
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Ava. I will now give you and D a great safe drive. Just sit back and relax, and you may find some liquor of your choice and a little for your sweet tooth, on the counter," suddenly, a transformation happens in between D and I, a mini counter table, as Greta said appears.
Then soothing lounge-type music fades in and the light blue color turns into a dimmer warmer light.
Not wanting Greta to hear what I will say, I look at D, as Greta calls him, and just mouths my endless amusement of him and Greta, and then gives him a thumbs up. He nods happily and continues driving, which destination I know not yet. I let him concentrate on his driving and never ask questions, I just look outside the window and enjoy the scenery, there is only one thing I am sure of.
Strangely, we are strangers and yet we hit it off.