by S. L. Scott
Chapter 9
Sunday afternoon William rode down Park Avenue, one of the wealthiest streets in Manhattan. His mind wasn’t on the impressive buildings on either side of the tree-lined street, but on Evie—the pretty girl who lived on it.
His body was weary today and he checked his watch. Another four hours and he could collapse into bed and sleep some more. Last night, he was restless with thoughts of Evie. Memories of the feel of her hand in his, and a few images of her lying in his bed wearing nothing but that freed bird, kept him from deep sleep.
William also got whiffs of her perfume every now and then and his whole body seemed to react to it, keeping him more awake than he liked. He already knew that girl was going to drive him crazy, so he pushed his face into his pillow, accepting that fact and fell asleep.
The morning came too fast, and he was tired as he started his shift. While delivering packages throughout the city, he remembered how he had vowed never to be ashamed of his roots. It was easy to lie in Manhattan because everyone seemed to be from somewhere else, but he was always proud to claim Staten Island as his home and that wasn’t going to change now. He would show her his roots and hope she accepted him.
When she walked into Professor Lang’s class on Monday, she was giddy and a little goofy, very un-Everleigh like, feeling more Evie these days. She found a seat and started to gnaw anxiously on her pen.
William walked in, squeezing ahead of slower students anxious to find Evie. When he spotted her, he took the stairs by two and shuffled down the row. Sitting down next to her, he leaned over, and said, “I was looking forward to seeing you.” His voice was a whisper making sure no one else was listening. “But even more to tonight.”
“Me too.” She giggled, but kept her voice low.
William saw the chewed pen resting against her bottom lip, and felt the need to remark. “I thought you of all people had more respect for pens than that.”
He was staring with a raised eyebrow, which made her remove the pen and look at it. “Oh this? I was nervous . . . or excited, maybe a little anxious.” She set the pen down on her notebook and looked at her hands in her lap instead, knotting her fingers together to distract her mind from the pen.
“I hope that’s because of me.”
Every hair on her neck stood on end and she tried to keep from kissing him right there in the middle of Professor Lang’s British Literature for Majors class. She took a shallow breath trying to regain her composure while he leaned back, sliding down in his seat to get comfortable. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t need to. They both already knew the answer.
Evie didn’t take as many notes as usual and William noticed she had random doodles across the pad in between the notes she was taking. His hand wandered over to her pad and he wrote, a little distracted today? She was embarrassed and couldn’t hide her emotions from him. She felt so immature and frustrated that she shut her notebook and sat back to listen to the professor.
William saw that he either embarrassed or annoyed her. He wasn’t trying to do that at all. He thought it was cute she couldn’t hide her emotions. He touched her forearm where others couldn’t see. “I’m sorry. I’m also a little distracted today.” She liked that he reassured her and exposed his feelings to equal hers. When they left the building after class, he asked, “If you still want to meet me tonight, I can meet you at your place?”
Smiling at him, she hit him playfully on the arm. “Of course, I still want to go, but let’s meet somewhere else.”
He adjusted his bag from sliding off his shoulder then ran his hands through his hair resting them on the crown of his head. He was hoping to be a little more official tonight and meet at her place and go from there. He was now worried she might be embarrassed of him. He struggled to answer her, but rushed out a suggestion anyway. “Um . . . let’s meet at Pizzeria La Cucina at eight.”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
Watching her walk away, he said, “Bye.”
Evie spent her afternoon writing an essay she hoped would get her into a summer class that Professor Lang was offering to a small, select group of students. After printing it out and tucking it into her bag to turn in on Wednesday, she showered. The warm humidity had frizzed her hair earlier, and she spent a few extra minutes trying to manage the waves that had appeared. She liked the soft natural waves, but with everyone else’s disapproval of the wilder look, she was usually instructed to straighten her hair.
As she was trying to decide what to wear when going out with a new friend, she remembered how William said he liked when girls wore skirts, but equally liked a girl in jeans. He had seen her plenty of times in skirts, so she decided to dress more casual, like he did. She found her most worn out pair of jeans with frayed spots on the legs and cuffs at the bottom—a pair she adored, but kept hidden in the back of her closet. She put a simple white V-neck T-shirt on that hugged her curves and slipped on a pair of white sneakers. They were too bright white for her liking since she’d never worn them before, never having an occasion to before tonight. After some simple make-up, she sprayed her signature scent on and grabbed a short black cardigan because it was still chilly at night.
She almost made her escape undetected, but Audrey saw her and stopped dead in her tracks, stunned by her sister’s appearance. “What are you wearing?” She asked, blurting it out.
Feeling self-conscious, Evie crossed her ankles and slid her hands into her front pockets. Sensing how uncomfortable her sister was, she clarified. “I mean you look amazing, Sis. Where are you going?” She was surprised her sister actually looked her age for once, instead of always being perfectly put together.
Appreciating the approval from her younger, and much hipper sister, Evie smiled. “I’m meeting a friend from school. We’re going to blow off some steam from all of the studying we’ve been doing.”
Audrey lost interest as soon as school was mentioned, and tuned out the rest. She walked back toward the kitchen and waved over her shoulder. “Have fun and I’m so borrowing your outfit soon. Those jeans are hot.” She disappeared into the kitchen, letting the door swing behind her.
Evie left the apartment in a hurry, almost feeling as if she was sneaking out. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the lobby, she ran out. “Hi, Walter. Bye, Walter.”
She beat him once again to the door which made both of them laugh. “Have a good time, Miss Wright.” Evie noted the smile on his face reflected the one she had, almost as if he knew her secret and was happy for her.
Evie was running later than she’d expected, so she took a cab over to the pizzeria. She gave the driver a large bill for the inexpensive fare, not caring about the money, and rushed into the restaurant without waiting for change. William was already at the bar. She slowed her pace trying to regain control of her breath as she walked over and sat down on the barstool next to him.
Thrilled to see her, always thrilled to see her, he gave her his best smile. “Hey there. Wow, you look great tonight. I haven’t seen you wear anything like this before. I like it.”
“I thought I would go for casual tonight since I didn’t know how to plan accordingly.”
“Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Do you always know what’s ahead, so you can plan accordingly?” He stood up and offered her his hand as assistance, which she graciously accepted.
“Too much.”
“Too much?”
“Yes, I always know what I’m doing, what to wear to do it, and what is expected of me at all times. I know too much. I think that’s why I’m looking forward to tonight so much.” They walked out the door and down the street chatting.
He looked down at his shoes feeling sad for her. “That’s disappointing to hear.”
“No!” She jumped in front of him making him halt with her hands on his chest. “No, that’s not the only reason I was looking forward to tonight, that’s only one small part of it.” She waited until he smiled again and then they st
arted walking.
As they took two steps down to the subway, she stopped and looked around worried, the inner turmoil building. “What is it?” he asked, concerned.
“I . . . um . . . this is going to sound weird, but I’ve only been on the subway once when I was seven.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” He was amazed by this tidbit. If she grew up in Manhattan and had ridden the subway only once in her life, this girl was rich, but not just rich, stinking rich. William couldn’t help but feel intimidated by her wealth now.
“No, I’m not kidding and I was always told never to ride it at night.” She looked nervous.
William took her hand protectively in his and reassured her. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Evie remained close to him as he loaded his MetroCard to cover the fare, went through the stalls, and boarded the train. All the seats were taken, but one, and he offered it to her. She shook her head not wanting to be alone, surrounded by the mass of strangers, so he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. When he wrapped his arms snugly around her, she felt safe.
Three stops later, William led Evie off the train and back to street level. A bit frantic, he turned to her and said, “We’ve got to run.” Squeezing her hand tight, he pulled her behind him. They ran to the booth and he told the man about their reservation. A bit put out, the man signaled for them to board.
“Another ferry?” she asked as she smiled at William.
“Not just any ferry, but one that will show us how lucky we are to live in New York.” The wind had picked up, but they both chose to stay outside the boat cabin and enjoy the lights of the skyline.
“Just so you know, I’ve been on a night cruise around the harbor before.” She knew he thought she hadn’t really seen the city, but felt proud to be able to say she had experienced this before.
“I bet not on a ferry.”
She laughed under her breath and then shared more. “You’re right, only by yacht. I prefer the ferry.”
“I think I’d prefer the yacht.” William was only half joking.
Because he wanted to and the moment seemed to call for it, William wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled Evie against his chest. She relaxed her back on him. They both liked the feel and the heat from being this close. She smiled, losing herself in the moment of being with someone so wonderful, feeling like a different person, and wanting to blank out her reality. And, although she should have caught the obvious signs of William’s attachment to her, she enjoyed being free for the first time in years. She felt like who she wanted to be.
They didn’t talk the rest of the hour-long harbor cruise except once when William complimented her. “I like your hair like this. It’s pretty.” This was the first time she felt confident letting her naturally wavy hair show.
When the ferry docked, they walked hand-in-hand to Little Italy and sat at a sidewalk café. William knew this particular restaurant would charge him more for sitting outside than inside, but it was worth it for the people watching. He had discovered that Evie found this a formidable form of entertainment like he did. They shared a large plate of Alfredo noodles and a bottle of house Chianti. Their conversation flowed as easily as the wine and to their surprise, it felt natural and not forced in any way. When the check came, Evie spoke up, grabbing it from the waiter. “Let me get this, please.”
“What kind of guy would I be if I did that?”
“The kind of guy that allows a girl to thank him for all of his generosity. You paid for the subway and the cruise. If you let me get this, I’ll let you get the cab ride back.”
“No subway then?”
“I think I’ve had enough excitement tonight.”
He leaned forward as the waiter left with her credit card and whispered, “By the way, before you think I’m some knight in shining armor, you should know the cruise is free. You just have to make a reservation. The cruise is courtesy of our tax dollars and the city of New York.”
“I had no idea. That’s actually really cool.” She still didn’t feel bad paying for dinner. It even made her feel more independent.
They were quiet again during the taxi ride to her home. As they neared the Upper East Side, William scooted a little closer, trying to be nonchalant. “I had a memorable night with you. I hope you feel the same and we can do it again soon.”
She took his hand, pulling it onto her lap, and closed the small gap between them. Starting to feel tired, she rested her head on his shoulder. “I would love to.”
The cab pulled up to the curb in front of her building and Joe the overnight doorman was prompt to open the door. “Good evening, Miss Wright and Mr . . . Oh.”
Evie interrupted, “Good evening, Joe.” She turned back to face William. “Thank you for an amazing night. I’ll never forget it.”
“May I have your number?” William asked, feeling timid now.
She smiled as she took his phone from him and added her name and then her number to his contacts list.
It was now or never, he thought. William dragged his sweating palms down his thighs and tried to smile at her though his nerves were getting the better of him. Although he never remembered being this nervous with a girl before, he went for it anyway. Slowly, he leaned toward her, closing his eyes, and kissed her. She didn’t pull away which he took as a good sign, so he slid his hand up her bare neck and came to a stop on the side of her jaw. His fingertips disappeared into her silky hair and he pressed his lips a bit firmer against hers.
Evie tilted her head, feeling a rush of emotion fill her heart, and though she wanted to deepen the kiss, neither of them did. They kept it innocent and sweet, perfect for the pace of their relationship.
As they pulled away, she was the last to reopen her eyes. “I’ll see you soon,” he said in a hushed voice for her ears only.
Without realizing she did it, she closed her eyes and touched her lips unaware of her audience: the cab driver, Joe, and William. When she opened them again, she and William exchanged one last knowing smile before she got out and ran into the lobby. She dashed upstairs and into her room, locked the door, and melted against it, sliding to the floor. She could still feel the pressure and heat of William’s lips, of his kiss on hers. She smiled and giggled, feeling lightheaded and giddy thinking of him and that perfect kiss they shared.
William leaned back, sinking into the back seat as Joe shut the door and the taxi took off into traffic, but he stopped the driver one block up. “I’ll get out here.” He could barely afford the current fare, so he paid the cabbie and walked the remaining fourteen blocks home to save money, thinking of Evie, and smiling the entire way.
Chapter 10
The next day, Everleigh walked into Rock Center Cafe and approached the hostess stand, “Can you please tell me if Mr. Whitney has arrived?”
The hostess scanned her reservations list, and looked back up. “No, he hasn’t.”
“Thank you. I’ll wait over here.” Everleigh turned and went to sit by the window. She felt sick to her stomach thinking of the mess she’s created with William. With her mind preoccupied, she dragged the cage pendent back and forth along the chain of the necklace. She just wanted a friend, a study buddy, but she got so much more. William had already become important to her in such a short time that she knew she was in deep. Guilt engulfed her in the last twenty-four hours. Last night, she overstepped propriety. But when she was with William, all of her problems, Tom and her family washed away, and she lived in the moment. She also found she was whom she always wanted to be when she was with him.
Tom walked in and spotted her, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek then pulling her by the hand up to the hostess stand. “Thomas Whitney, table for two at twelve-thirty.” Tom was still in business mode. The formality struck her in direct contrast to last night.
The hostess winked at him, disregarding Everleigh altogether, and spoke to Tom. “Follow me.”
They were seated in the middle of the restaurant and as Everleigh took her men
u in hand, she asked, “How’s your day?”
“Our new CFO is paranoid thinking there’s going to be a takeover. He’s been on a war path, but it’s being handled.”
She looked over the top of the menu at him. “Sounds worrisome.”
“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about. We’re a profitable company that’s very attractive to outside parties. Of course, investors will be looking to buy us out. I take it as a compliment. We’re too smart to let a takeover happen though. What looks good for lunch?”
Everleigh felt more like one of his employees instead of his fiancée by the tone he was using. Although typical, it was still disappointing. “I’m thinking the pasta with blackened chicken—”
The waiter walked up to greet them, and Tom said, “I think you should order the grilled fish. It’s much lighter.”
Embarrassed by his insinuation in front of the waiter, Everleigh sat there inwardly fuming.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” the waiter asked.
“Yes. I’ll have the Chicken Pasta Frizole and she’ll have the grilled halibut with steamed vegetables. Two iced teas and no breadbasket.” Tom handed the menus to the waiter, proud of his choices.
Leaning forward with her hands tucked on her lap, under her breath she accused him. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“What, the fish? Seriously, Everleigh, that’s what has you upset?” Tom chuckled, adjusting his napkin on his lap and scoping out the restaurant clientele to see if he recognized anyone. This is what he did. He liked to be seen. He liked showing off his possessions and Everleigh knew that’s exactly what she was to him—a possession.
“Stop telling me what can and can’t upset me! That was rude and embarrassing. I wanted the chicken not the fish and you disregarded my desires and ordered what you thought I should eat.”
Tom turned back to focus his full attention on her. He was demanding as he gritted his teeth together. “Everleigh, you will not speak to me like this—”
“I will, damn it!” She raised her voice higher than she intended. “You are twenty-six, not sixty. You are not my parent. You can talk to me like a normal person, like your equal.”