Chapter 26: Where is this Going?

Vanessa

I expected Brent's driver would take us to some intimate restaurant in Carpinteria. But instead, we sat in the passenger seat of Brent's car for a longer ride.

I'm bored.

Whenever I glance at Brent, he's doing one of two things: reading legal documents or writing on his legal pad.

Either way, I'm invisible.

Brent's now dressed in a black tuxedo with an amber-colored bowtie. His cologne filled the air.

It's intoxicating.

Yes, I wish we'd had sex before leaving the house.

However, I had more fun torturing him. At least, I think I did an excellent job torturing him.

"Where are we going?" I interrupt the silence. It's killing me.

Brent flips through pages of a legal document. "To eat."

I roll my eyes. "Are you sure you shouldn't be a private investigator, Brent?"

"Maybe," he dryly says, scribbling something on his legal pad. "I'm investigating why I got blue balls from a twenty-year-old who was a virgin a few months ago."

I look at him.