“Yes, we know all too well,” I say in agreement.
“Enough of this, I’m hungry. Let’s get some dinner and then I have to hit the books tonight,” Clarissa says, getting up from her bed and heading into the living room.
FIVE
LEXI
Tonight I have my first date with Troy. I’m nervous because this is the first date I’ve had since Luke and I broke up. My first date as an independent adult, it feels liberating and scary at the same time. Kara helps me get dressed to kill. She’s trying to convince me to go for a Close Encounter tonight so she tells me to wear some sexy lingerie. Boy, listen to her, coming from the girl who just lost her virginity. Deena has really done a number on all of us hasn’t she?
I wear some tight skinny jeans, and a jewel toned silk blouse that drapes nicely over my curves. I leave an extra button unbuttoned to show off my ample cleavage. I find some sky-high wedges and spritz on my favorite fragrance. I have long, wavy brown hair and have gone a little heavy on the make-up tonight, I want to look fabulous for Troy.
“How do I look?” I ask the girls when I walk out into the living room. Deena lets out a whistle.
“Hot stuff girl, you are definitely getting some tonight,” Deena says, so typical Deena, but it does boost my ego.
“I like how you did your make-up, you look so pretty,” Clarissa chimes in.
“Thanks, I hope it’s not too much,” I say.
“You look perfect,” Clarissa says reassuringly.
There’s a knock on the door and Troy is right on time.
“Here goes nothing,” I breathe out and grab my purse. “Don’t wait up for me,” I say with a wink as I go to answer the door.
I open the door to see Troy standing there, all six feet of him towering over little me, even in my high wedges.
“Hi Lexi, you ready to go,” he says with a killer smile. My heart starts beating faster.
“Yes, let’s go,” I walk out of my apartment closing the door behind me.
“You look nice,” he compliments me.
“Thank you,” he’s walking close behind me down the hall and I can feel his appraisal of my behind, so I offer an extra sway of my hips.
Once we walk out of my building his car is double parked with his hazards on. He opens the door of his Audi for me to get in. Hmm, a gentleman, I like that.
“I thought we would go into Marina Del Rey for dinner, are you in the mood for steak?”
“Mmm, that sounds great,” I reply. On the drive over we make idle chit chat about classes and such. I’m nervous and I need to relax.
We drive up to the valet at Morton’s Steakhouse, which is right on the water in Marina Del Rey. Once we’re seated at a nice table by the window I take in our surroundings.
“This is nice,” I say, admiring the view of the ocean.
“I’m glad you like it. I was in the mood for a big juicy steak, I’m getting tired of campus food,” he says with a warm smile. I steal glances of him while I peruse my menu. Damn, he is so good looking, that’s what makes me nervous.
“What do you recommend?”
“I love the fried calamari appetizer,” he says, he must come here quite a bit.
“Do you come here often?”
“Yeah, my family has a house not too far from here. I thought we could go there afterwards and watch a movie,” he says, looking at me expectantly. He’s going to be making his move on me later tonight. I’m his prey tonight; I smile to myself.
“Oh, okay,” I answer, trying to sound nonchalant although I’m feeling anything but, and I cast my eyes back down at my menu.
Over dinner I learn that Troy grew up in Newport Beach and that he comes from a very waspy family. Three generations have gone to USC and his Grandfather played football there.
“There’s even an old black and white picture of my Grandfather playing football in the latest yearbook,” he says proudly.
“That is very cool, you’ll have to show it to me,” I say, smiling across the table at him.
Dinner arrives and we dig in, I’m famished and even though I’m on the petite side, I can eat. After we stuff ourselves, we head out of the restaurant and wait for the valet to bring our car around. I can feel Troy’s eyes on me.
“It’s getting a little chilly,” I say, rubbing my arms.
“Come here, I’ll warm you up,” he says, pulling me in closer to his body and my nipples harden. Hope he doesn’t notice them through my thin blouse, as the ocean breeze presses the silky fabric against my chest.
We aren’t driving for more than five minutes when we pull up to a beautiful house right on the beach. I wonder if anyone is home, but it’s dark so I assume not.
“My parents bought this house for whenever I want to get away from living in the frat house. I come here and crash,” he says. Must be nice.
We walk into the house and Troy turns on some lights and the house looks like something out of Barclay Butera. All white furniture with bright red and navy accents.