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believe we will be having plenty of that later, thank you,” Chase said, with a straight face that almost bordered on the sociopathic.
    Armon nodded, not saying a word about the apparent innuendo he had just spewed with ease, and I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I tried to keep a straight face and not react. What exactly did he mean by that? Was he planning on us doing something? I couldn’t say it hadn’t crossed my mind, and lord knew I need to get laid, but already? Shouldn’t there be more dates first? I wasn’t experienced enough for this.
    Fifteen minutes passed and Chase looked ready to go . His drink was empty, and mine was close to gone. I started to feel nervous, as he hadn’t insisted or even hinted at me going to his place, or him to mine, and I wasn’t exactly sure where we stood on that subject.
    “Well, are you ready to go?” he asked, after paying the check, the ink on the receipt drying.
    I nodded, stood up, and walked behind him to the front door, where a man opened it and smiled at us as he held it open. We went outside and Chase handed the valet attendant a slip of paper, the man quickly sprinting into the lot to retrieve his car.
    “So, are you coming with?” he asked, as he looked at me with his devious stare.
    “Where?” I asked, as I cleared my throat.
    “My place,” he said.
    A few seconds passed, Chase staring me down the entire time, before I gave in to his request.
    “Yeah, I suppose I could stop by and check it out,” I said, trying to act suave.
    A red sports car pulled up to the line, the engine roaring like a maniacal, mythical beast, and the valet hopped out and kept the door open for Chase.
    “This is yours?” I asked , gazing at the candy red exterior.
    “Of course,” he replied, a small smile on his face , as if I should have known.
    Chase opened the door for me, and I crouched down and slid happily inside. The car was lower to the ground than any I had ever ridden in before. I could smell the sweet scent of Italian leather, the fragrant aroma dancing through my stimulated nose. The vibrant stitching was executed like a Renaissance painting. It was perfect.
    Chase shut the door and walked around the front, the headlights drowning out the black of his pants, before he got in the car, closed his door, and hit a few buttons .
    “Ready?” he asked, as he buckled his seatbelt.
    “Ready,” I replied, buckling mine, as the soft, short click filled my empty, amazed mind.
    •••
    After twenty minutes of driving, we pulled up to a gate, and Chase rolled down his window and entered a code before the large metal gates slowly opened, letting us drive through. They closed after we went through, and lights on the side of the driveway lit up as we passed, illuminating our path. I was amazed at what I was looking at. This couldn’t be his house…could it? I knew he had some money, by dinner and this car, but this place was the type you’d see in celebrity magazines. He must share this with someone. He had to.
    “Well, here we are,” he said, as we pulled into a five -car garage that was filled with four other cars, including an SUV, two classic cars, and what appeared to be one of those electric vehicles I saw in a magazine ad the other day.
    I followed Chase, who didn’t say a word, up to the door, and what I saw next took my breath away.
    It was the most beautiful sight . The floor to ceiling windows in his living room opened to a panoramic view of the city as we sat up in the hills. The lights of other houses, buildings, and cars twinkled in the distance, making me feel almost like I was up in an airplane. It was magical.
    “ I take it you like the view?” he asked, as he put away his keys.
    “Yeah, it’s magnificent,” I said , as I continued to gaze over the horizon.
    He walked up, standing next to me, and looked at me, before I looked over at him, seeing a soft look on his face after a dinner of intense, hard stares.
    “Yeah, the view is