I laugh as the nervous tension evaporates.
“Can I offer you some wine?” Hugh holds out a glass of red wine.
I take it. “Yes, thank you.”
“Please have a seat, dinner will be ready soon.” Jackie gestures to the circle of floral pillowed chairs surrounding a stone-masoned fire pit.
“Ah, here he comes.” Hugh stands and walks into the house leaving the porch door open.
“Your brother brought a mutual friend, she’s out back.” I hear Hugh say to Oliver.
“Who’s that?” Oliver comes to an abrupt halt at the back door when his eyes meet mine.
I smile and try to read his face, but tonight it’s void, not a hint of emotion.
Chance hands him a bottle of beer and pats him on the back. “Yesterday I invited Viv to dinner. I assumed she was coming with you tonight, but when we chatted on the phone earlier she said you hadn’t mentioned it. I assured her it was an oversight on your part and insisted she come.”
I thought this was a good idea, but now Oliver’s brow tenses. He looks shocked and maybe … disappointed? My heart plummets into my stomach.
“Have a seat, sweetie,” Jackie says to Oliver. “I’m going to bring the salad out while Chance helps your dad with the grill.
Chance squeezes Oliver’s shoulder then walks over toward Hugh by the grill. Jackie leans up and kisses Oliver’s cheek as she passes him on her way back into the house.
He walks toward me where I now sit alone by the fire. I wish he’d smile or say something to let me know that last night happened and I’m not his dirty little secret. He takes a swig of his beer, sets it down, and holds out his hand to me. I take it and he pulls me to my feet, but then he whispers in my ear and my feet no longer touch the ground with his words taking me so far beyond the confinements of gravity.
“You look beautiful.” He kisses my ear. “I’m an ass. I should have invited you.” Then in a move that leaves me speechless, he kisses me. Not a quick kiss, a slow kiss that makes a statement. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
I smile and blink back the tears. This was my game and he’s turned the tables and taken control of the night. Fine with me.
I hear someone clear their throat and we both turn. His parents and Chance are all watching us.
“I didn’t tell Mom and Dad that Viv is more than just your friend, but I think they know now.” Chance grins and to my surprise, and relief, so do his parents.
Oliver pulls me into his arms and looks down at me with mischief playing across his lips. “Yes, we’re more than friends. We’re neighbors.” He winks at me.
“Well, let’s eat,” Hugh says.
Oliver holds my hand and leads me to the table. Jackie stares at us both, and I swear I see tears in her eyes as she smiles. He is the perfect gentleman, pulling my chair out for me and refilling my glass of wine. I raise my eyebrow at him since I’m already feeling a buzz and one more glass could cause unnecessary embarrassment in front of his family.
“Are you originally from the Boston area?” Jackie asks as she passes around the serving dishes.
“No, I’m from Hartford. That’s where my parents still live.”
“What brought you to Cambridge?” Hugh asks.
I take a sip of my water. “I’ll be attending Harvard Business School in the fall.”
“Your first year?” he asks.
“Yes, I had some unexpected expenses come up so I wasn’t able to start right out of high school. My best friend is in Harvard Med and he introduced me to my roommate who then introduced me to her aunt who owns the nursery where I’ve been working over the past couple years. Sorry, I’m probably confusing you.” I realize my nerves are getting the best of me.
“No, not at all.” Hugh smiles.
I don’t look at Oliver because I’m afraid he’s giving me the you-left-out-the-part-about-your-parents-thinking-you’re-in-school-now look.
“Viv? How have I known you for two years but never knew you were waiting to be a Harvard snob too?” Chance says as his parents give him disapproving looks.
“You might have known if you’d have spent more time getting to know her instead of hitting on her.” Oliver shakes his head.
Chance shrugs and shoves in a mouthful of food. “You’re probably right,” he mumbles.
A perfectly relaxed dinner segues into more easy conversation around the fire pit. I’m envious of Oliver and Chance having their parents not only close but available. I have wonderful parents and when we’re together we have a lot of fun, but growing up, one or the other—and often times both—worked just to make ends meet. We didn’t have dinner parties and wine around a fire pit.
I try to pace myself on the wine by eating plenty of food and drinking lots of water, but that only serves to make me need to use the bathroom every twenty minutes. This time when I return, Oliver pulls me onto his lap before I get to my chair. His family watches us with adoration on their faces that can be seen through the soft illumination of the fire and tree lanterns.
“I think we should leave soon,” he whispers in my ear.
My mildly inebriated body is warm already, but his breath against my neck elevates my temperature to a near sweat. “But I’m having such a nice time.” I rest the back of my head against his shoulder and gaze at the mesmerizing flames.
“I think you’ll have a nice time at my place too.” His lips brush my bare shoulder next to my sundress strap and his tongue wets my skin making me squirm in his lap.
Sliding me off his lap, we both stand. “We’re going to take off.”
“Yeah, I’m going to stay for a little bit yet, would it be too much to ask for you to drop Viv off at her place for me?” Chance tips back his beer bottle to mask his smart-ass grin.
Oliver doesn’t acknowledge him with words. Instead, he grabs his beer and empties the rest in the grass.
“Hey, what the hell?” Chance yells.
“If you don’t ease up you won’t even be driving your own ass home.” Oliver smacks the back of his head.
“Thank you so much for dinner. It was incredible and I’ve had the best time tonight.” I address both Jackie and Hugh with sincere thanks.
“It was our pleasure. Hope to see you next week. You have a permanent standing invitation incase either one of our sons forgets to show their manners and invite you.”
Oliver shakes his head.
“Are we still on for the morning, Son?” Hugh asks Oliver.
“Absolutely, see you bright and early.”
Jackie stands and gives us both hugs.
“Bye, Chance. Thanks for the invite.” I lean down and kiss him on the cheek.
Oliver is quick to tug my arm and pull me away from his brother.
“Bye, Viv. Tell my big bro to chill. We can share you. It’s all in the family.”
Oliver ushers me to the car with his hands all over me. Even my numbing buzz can’t mask the sexual tension sparking between us. Somewhere between a step, a breath, and a blink, he’s managed to pin my body facedown against the passenger door of his car. If we’re role-playing good cop-bad cop, he’s definitely not the former.
“Did I mention how much I like this dress?” His voice is deep, breathy, and teetering on the edge. I feel his erection pressed against my ass as his hands snake up my sides and cup my breasts.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“No bra?”
“No, straps would show.” My eyes roll back in my head. The wine, his hands, his voice, and those hips pulsing into me dissolve all coherent thoughts. I could pass out.
And in the same time-stealing instant, he’s no longer pressed against me. I’m nothing more than a lifeless bug splattered on his car.
“Let’s go.”
I peel myself from the window as he opens the door. My body collapses in the seat, someone with more dexterity than I, fastens my seat belt, and the door is closed. Oliver starts the engine then leans over and sucks the last breath out of me with his greedy lips and demanding tongue. His hand slides up by bare thigh and my nonexistent nerves do nothing to stop his approach as I unabashedly spread my legs for him.