Genesis felt small as she entered the car; she knew nothing about cars but knew it was expensive, the kind you see celebrities and rich people drive. It made her wonder who he was. She was sure he was one of the elite of Elko. She never trusted them, not like she had any reason not to, but her mother had told her to be wary about them. They talked about music and the town. She found out he spent most of his time in Las Vegas.
He was calm, and she loved his confidence, though she had been worried about getting into the car with a stranger; she reminded herself she wanted to step out of her cave, maybe this was the first step. She imagined telling Chelsea about this, she was sure she would freak out. In her defense, she was taking Chelsea's advice.
She held her breath as they pulled into the parking lot, the stares got her curling into her skin. She glanced at him, he didn't seem fazed by it. She was used to it. She noted. Who was he? She wondered as he helped her out of the car. She felt a small squeeze as he held her hand, telling her not to worry about them.
"Sorry about that," he said as they sat at the VIP section. She nodded in response. She had never been in the VIP section; she was in awe but hid it well. She wouldn't let him know this was her first VIP treatment. She pulled out her phone, she had to tell Chelsea this. She thought as the waiter brought the drinks they had each ordered.
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He laughed as the last song came to an end. He had watched her dance and sing along as he sang to the beat. He loves the way she moved to the beat. This was wrong, he told himself. It had taken all the control not to run his fingers through her hair while staring at her face. It bothered him that she didn't know who he was; if she knew, she hid it well. This was the first time a lady didn't point out who he was or rant about how much they knew about him.
It puzzled him, the more as he felt a sense of claim to her. A part of him was laying claim to a woman he had just met. He ground his teeth. After that, they will go their separate ways, he told himself. Just because she was right about him loving the place, he fell in love with the bar when they arrived. It wasn't too crowded, they played his kind of music.
"Are you having fun?" she yelled, trying to keep her voice above the music.
"I hate to admit." He replied.
She laughed, "Say it." She leaned close to him.
He smirked as he felt her heat. "I love it," he tried pulling his eyes away from hers, but it was futile.
He was getting desperate; for the first time, his body betrayed him.
"I think I should get going, don't want my mum to be worried."
His jaw tightened. "Okay, I'll take you home." He offered.
"You're so kind, thank you." She smiled again. His heart skipped.
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"Thanks for making my evening," he said as he walked her to the porch.
"My pleasure," she pushed back her hair.
He slipped his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from clenching and unclenching them.
"Good night."
He was reluctant but replied anyway. He turned to leave as she slipped the key into the keyhole. He went down the last step, then turned to look back at her.
"Marry me." He blurted out.
With her hand still on the door handle, she turned to him. "What the hell?" she said, annoyed.
"Hear me out." He paused, "Name your price," he offered.
"What do you take me for?" she flared.
He smirked and remained silent. They stood in silence for seconds.
"Did you say I should name my price?"
"No one would reject such an offer," he paused, "especially from me, and it's just for a year."
She studied him carefully. Who did he think he was? She thought. She hated his guts. But if this were true, she would do a lot with such an offer, this was a blank check presented to her. "I'll think about it," she finally said
He felt his muscles ease, relieved, and he pulled his card from his wallet and gave it to her. Without a word, she entered the house, leaving him on the porch basking in her lingering scent. He was going to be Chairman much sooner than anyone expected. This feeling was probably his intuition telling him she was the one he had been looking for. A year from now, it will be over, and they'd probably part ways as unlikely friends. He began humming Benny Goodman's 'Let's Dance' as he started the car. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. His phone began to ring, he checked the caller ID, and ignored the call as he walked to the car.