But now that he’s here I can’t help but feel a little thrill. He’s dressed in a very nicely tailored black suit with a yellow silk tie that matches my dress to perfection. And now that the slap has released some of my pent-up apprehension, I realize I want this more than anything else in my entire life.
More than my first pony, which I bought with my own money. I worked in the school kitchen for two years to afford that pony so I could take lessons on my own horse like the other girls at school. But by the time I got her, I was almost too big.
More than I wanted the free-ride scholarship to Brown, which was the only way my father could afford to send me there, even with his tuition discount as a board member.
More than graduating Brown with honors. Not just part of the top twenty percent of my class, but in the top five.
I want Mr. Romantic, everything he’s offering tonight, more than anything. So I’m going to trust him to keep me safe and make me happy.
Nolan is smiling so big, I have to suck in a breath. “What?”
“I’m just happy you agreed.”
“I’m trusting you for one night, Nolan. Just one night. Please,” I say. “Please don’t disappoint me.”
He extends his hand and when I take it, he pulls me close again, and says. “I won’t, I promise. But when I tell you the truth about what happened ten years ago, please do me the same favor.”
I nod, swallowing hard. What does that mean? What did he do? Will I be able to go through with this night after I know the truth?
“Are you ready?”
I nod, unsure, yet completely sure at the same time. “Yes. Let’s go.”
We walk to his car and he opens my door, taking my hand to help me get in, and then closes me up and walks to his side.
Nolan slides into the butter-soft leather seat and starts the engine. It purrs like a sports car, but it’s a classy sedan, the Porsche logo on the steering wheel telling me all I need to know about his taste in cars.
“So,” Nolan says, once we are on the road and headed towards the river. “Do you like seafood?”
“I’m from New England.” I laugh.
“Small talk, right? I don’t want you to feel weird about the silence that seems to have taken over in the last few moments. Anyway, I got us a reservation at Waterman Grille. Even got them to give us a semi-private table near the river.”
“Do you plan on starting our fantasy in the restaurant?”
“You’re the one who gets say go, Ivy.” And then he winks. “Or no, as it may be. The second you say no and I’m doing something rough, we start. So if you tell me to stop playing with your pussy under the table, you’ll regret it later.”
“Oh, my God. What am I doing?”
“You’re about to have the most sexually explicit night of your life. Would you like me to tell you how I’ll start it?”
Do I? “No,” I say, just as Nolan pulls into the parking lot. “I want to be surprised.”
“Good girl,” he says. When he gets out, I wait. I know he has manners and I’m right. He walks around and gets my door, taking my hand to help me out.
His arm slips down to my waist and he grips my hip. I am so ready for this night to begin.
We wait a moment to be seated, and when we’re finally at our table, I have to look at the river for a few moments before the sun slips away and it disappears from view.
Nolan orders us wine and as soon as the server leaves, his attention turns back to me. “It was a weird night.”
I realize with a start that he is talking about the past.
“Perfect took her out on a date but he didn’t like her. That’s what he told me later that night. After I… well, I’ll get to that—Perfect actually took her home. Dropped her off at her dorm and came back to the house. I lived in back. We had this little carriage house back then for the fraternity. After the bad publicity, the Greek association shut that carriage house down. It’s too bad, too. It was nice. And private. But I guess that’s what they didn’t like about it. That I had the whole carriage house to myself. And I made good use of that privacy.”
Nolan stops, his attention only on me, as the server talks about the bottle of wine he chose and pours some into our glasses.
“Go on,” I say, taking a sip of my wine once we’re alone again.
“But she came back to the house too.”
“On her own?” I never heard this.
“Yeah. She came to my carriage house because I was in the middle of a fight with my date for the night.”
“What were you fighting about?”
“The fantasy.”
“Oh,” I say. “So you’ve been doing this a long time?”
He shrugs. “I wouldn’t call what I was doing back then quite the same thing I’m about to do with you tonight. I meant it when I said you do not want an amateur to run this sort of thing. It takes time and experience to understand what it means to you, as a man, and the woman, as well. Since she will be very emotional afterward.”
“Did you do a fantasy with that girl?’
“No,” Nolan says, like I should know this already. “No. Never fucked her at all.”
“Then how did it all get twisted up into so many… lies?”
“I was trying the fantasy out on my date. The drawings, Ivy.”
“Ohhh,” I say. “Oh. So you drew her something like what you drew me?”
He shakes his head. “I drew something a little more graphic.”
“What?”
“Gang rape.”
The words are tossed around in my head as I take in his answer. “Wow. Did you ever live that fantasy?”
“No. But I thought about it enough to draw that picture and show it to my date that night to see what she’d say.”
“You asked her if she’d… do that with you?” Gang rape fantasy. I stare at my hands for a moment to try to understand. “What happened?”
“Not surprisingly, my date walked out. I followed her, trying to explain myself.” Nolan turns his head to stare at the darkening river and then gives me a sidelong look. “She was not convinced… but…”