Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
Taylor's POV
I watch her storm into the kitchen in search of something to eat. While she leans over the counter to reach the cabinets above her, I get a sidelines of her flat stomach. A baby bump would look adorable on her, but those thoughts are dangerous and I can't think like that. I shake my head to stop thinking about sleeping with her again. That's not the real reason I'm here. I need to get her out of this house and somewhere public so I'm not so tempted to take her on the table.
                          
I pull her by the arm to the door and tell her, "We'll get you breakfast somewhere else."
                          
"Why would we do that?" She questions but follows anyway.
                          
"Err... I wanted to go to," c'mon Taylor, think of a lie, "Perkins for breakfast."
                          
"We just went there yesterday. I can make breakfast you know."
                          
"Sure. Maybe tomorrow." I shrug, and pull out of her driveway. There is no way I'm going to watch her prance around the kitchen and have the couch in the next room being another damn temptation.
                          
The car ride was awkward and tense. As if contemplating a conversation, she kept glancing at me and squirming in her seat. She only spoke to ask if she could roll the window down, to thin the air I'm sure. When we sat down at our table, her boobs practically resting on top of the table furthered my frustration with this woman. In an attempt of a distraction, I tried to make conversation.
                          
"What are you ordering?" She jumped at my sudden voice. When she looked at me over her menu, she had a shy smile. Her chuckle not helping the sudden strain on my pants. What is she doing to me?
                          
"I haven't got a chance to look yet."
                          
"Well, you should try the eggs," I fluster.
                          
"The eggs?" She asks skeptically.
                          
"Yeah. Why not?"
                          
"I don't like eggs..." She says, embarrassed.
                          
"Well then." I playfully scoff in disapproval. She chuckles again before I continue. "Do you like pancakes?"
                          
"I love pancakes." Mentally noting it.
                          
"Errr then get number twelve."
                          
"There is no number twelve."
                          
"Then get-"
                          
"Is there something wrong Taylor?" Her exasperated voice interrupts me. "You're acting very strange..." She looks unsure.
                          
"Just nervous I guess." I try to shrug it off.
                          
"Don't give me that Taylor. Say whatever you need, get it off your chest. I don't like feeling like I have to tiptoe around you."
                          
"You don't have to." I say confusedly.
                          
"Then why am I?" She almost shouts, earning the attention of the tables around us. As if she realizes it, she ducks her head a bit and speaks quieter. "This relationship isn't going to work if we aren't saying what we need to say. So what has you ready to pounce me across the table?" She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrow. As she does so, her cleavage becomes more prominent and I immediately regret my earlier decision of seeing more of her skin. I try as hard as I can to keep eye contact with her, but instead my eyes zone in on her exposed arms and collarbones. I want to lightly rake my fingers up and down her arm and see the delicate skin rise with goosebumps.
                          
"You don't want me to be honest," I say quietly and look down to the menu I haven't touched.
                          
"Then I'll leave right now and walk to see my father."
                          
I shiver at the though of her walking down the street all alone in that dress, every car that drives by being able to see her vulnerable. I'm sure she has walked before, whenever her shitty car has failed to be of her service. But the idea that she's walking when I had an influence on it makes me uneasy. Territorial would be one word for it...
                          
I blurt the words without thought, and almost immediately regret them. "I want to jump your bones. I can't get enough of you."
                          
Cringing, I wait for her response. When a delightful burst of laughter fills the small eating area, I look up from the wooden table and see her head tipped back and a gorgeous smile crossing her face. Apparently I'm as good as a comedian and it takes a whole glass of water for her to calm down.
                          
"Where did that come from?" She asks with a smug smile.
                          
"Well. I wouldn't say that's what is wrong..." I say to see her smile again.
                          
"Can we at least get through the day?" Her smile doesn't falter, leaving my heart to do funny things. I feel a smile of my own creep it's way onto my face.
                          
"Yes."
                          
Sage is the worst person to go car shopping with. She is so picky. She absolutely refuses to get a red car because she thinks it too cliché for everybody to want a red car. Then she complained about the safety of the seatbelts. She absolutely needed it to be spacious and have a decent sized trunk. If the car didn't have decent AC, she walked away from it completely. She made sure the doors could be changed to child-proof and the back windows have a lock on them. The windows needed to be tinted so paparazzi couldn't get pitctures if they were in the car. She wanted either black, white, or silver. The interior needed to have white leather. There needed to be a good sound system with Bluetooth and a GPS. One thing she definitely did not want was a Minivan. She doesn't want to feel like a soccer mom. She's only having one kid and she wants to make sure she doesn't look old in a car.
                          
I told her it would be better if she did so we wouldn't have to worry about shopping for another one once we have more. She nearly growled at me when I mentioned more kids. Then she said it's going to be bad enough having a baby boy with an ego to match his father's. 
                          
She was a pain in the ass the whole time shopping, being extremely moody and all, but I was amused every second of shopping with her. She was making me laugh the whole time she was pissing off the salesman. The only reason he put up with us was because I told him we don't have a budget, and I might have mentioned my fathers wealth and power will be used against him if he didn't satisfy her with a car.
                          
When we left the lot with the car keys we agreed to pick it up tomorrow. I paid in full for the car because payments weren't necessary when I used my black card. 
                          
We were going to be late meeting my family to lunch. Sage wanted to change into something different but I liked what she had on. It was a knee length dress with one inch straps, heart shaped neckline that showed she had boobs but didn't show cleavage, and flowed from under the bust down. It had black and white stripes and made her ass look great. It was simple but she made it look like she was walking on the red carpet. Not only was it a simple dress but she wore it with low-top all white Converse. She made anything look like a good match.
                          
She was nervous the whole car ride there. She held onto my hand like she was in fear of letting it go. To ease her into coming along, I told her about my family. She was mostly shocked to hear that I had nine siblings, which I thought she knew. I told her that my father is indeed rich which she laughed at. I told her about my childhood and how frustrating it was to dance around my mother because she was always pregnant, to which she laughed at again. She got quiet when I told her about my childhood and high-school experiences. She was surprised to find out that I didn't have a date to prom because I wanted to hang with friends. What really shocked her was the fact that the only brother I have is gay and my father relies on me to continue the family business. She didn't ask about what I do to make money and though it shocked me, I like that about her. Really like that about her.
                          
Normal gold-diggers would want to talk about my work or lack-of. She doesn't care if I work, as long as I'm home by dinner time.
                          
As soon as we pull into the driveway, I hear her gasp beside me. It took almost an hour to get here, where did she think I lived? 
                          
"You told me your dad was rich. Not a millionaire!" She sounds...surprised?
                          
"Billionaire actually." I correct her with a smirk before getting out of the car and jogging to her side.