I lead Trent to the bar to introduce him to Saint and tell them all that we’re leaving.
Tahoe, who’s talking to some blonde, watches Trent narrowly while Saint shakes his hand.
As we say our goodbyes, Tahoe kisses the blonde on the cheek and comes to his feet. “I’m on my way out, I’ll drive you.” He looks directly at Trent as he fishes out a hundred-dollar bill to set on the bar.
I start at the offer, but Trent is already pumping his hand in greeting. “If you don’t mind, we appreciate it. Thanks, man.”
I ride shotgun in his Ghost, while Trent rides in the back, whistling appreciatively over the fine interior of Tahoe’s vehicle. “Great wheels, man. Spectacular.”
“She’s a smooth ride, isn’t she?” Tahoe’s voice is low and so intimate as he looks sideways at me that I feel naughty just hearing it. “A bit temperamental but I like her just like that.”
Trent laughs, but I’m scowling.
There’s silence before I once again hear Tahoe’s raspy voice. I notice his drawl is more evident.
“Hey, Regina, can you store this in my glove compartment? Some gorgeous cupcake left this in my possession and I want to be sure it’s in pristine condition when she wants it back.”
He smirks at me, his eyes dark and challenging.
I shove my navy-striped panties into the glove compartment, gritting my teeth, stealing a glance over my shoulder to see if Trent is watching. He isn’t…he’s preoccupied with the smooth leather and gadgets of the car.
When Tahoe finally drops us off at Trent’s building, I follow Trent out only to make an excuse and walk back. I swing open the passenger door of Tahoe’s car, lean in, and say in a demanding tone, “What are you doing?”
He looks at me, his eyes wild and untamed.
“Do you want him to break up with me? He likes me. He’s going to think you and I…”
I exhale, fighting very hard to recover my patience and self-control. I’m mad, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it and alert Trent that something is up, so I open the glove compartment in an effort to retrieve my panties.
He reaches them first. He pockets them again, his expression unapologetic, a muscle working in his jaw. Then he nods at Trent, who’s looking at me. “Your prince charming awaits.”
THANKSGIVING
I tell no one about the panties and throw all my energy into the Thanksgiving holiday—I want it to be special since it’s the first holiday I’m spending with Trent. I ask him over for dinner at my place—and he’s “looking forward to it.”
It’s a bit complicated, having a vegan boyfriend. I spent the whole day yesterday trying to figure out what to cook for us. I researched online and end up trying a quinoa recipe and a cranberry sauce. We have a nice dinner at my apartment, and thankfully Trent seems to enjoy the meal. He brought wine and lifts his glass.
“I’m thankful for you this Thanksgiving, Gina,” he says.
“I’m thankful for you too.” I smile. We kiss a little, but I tell him I need to go to bed early, so he reluctantly goes home.
I want to get a good night’s rest so I’m ready for the Black Friday sales tomorrow. It’s one of the busiest days of the year at the department store. But even after going to bed early, I still have a restless sleep and spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup the next day, trying to cover the bags under my eyes as I head to the store at 5 a.m.
THE PERFECT GIFT
It’s the first week of December, and I don’t know why I’m surprised that my parents can’t make it for Christmas. They can never make it. It almost feels like they would rather spend Christmas anywhere in the world, with any other person, than with their only daughter.
“I hope you make plans with one of your friends,” my mother says over the phone. “I don’t want you spending the time alone in your apartment. And I’m very sorry about the loan, but with all this traveling, we really can’t afford the expense.”
“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll figure something out.”
I knew it was a stretch to ask them for a loan, but a part of me is still loath to leave my apartment.
I have the first half of next year to figure out my new situation, and although I’ve been working overtime to pay my rent, I still need to buy Trent a Christmas gift.
*
I schedule a shoot with a photographer for the first week of December, and on the second week, I go pick up my pictures. Since Trent left a few days ago to visit his family, he’s taking a little longer to answer my texts.
Peering into the manila envelope with the pictures, I sit and ponder what to do.
I call Tahoe’s cell phone. I don’t know why it’s his opinion I want, why he’s the first one I’m going to show these to, but I tell myself it’s because he’s the player that I’m closest to and maybe I also want to start our friendship back up.
“Hey. Hi. It’s Gina. Hey, could I come over to your place today?”