“My turn,” he smiled.
“Your turn what?”
He took the pizza from my plate and held it up.
“Bite” he demanded.
I took a bite, and a wide grin graced his perfect face. I think that may have been the first time since I’ve known him that I’ve seen him smile like that. It was the most beautiful and warm smile I’ve ever seen, and it made my heart flutter.
We ate more pizza, talked and ate some salad. The waitress kept walking by our table and giving Connor flirtatious smiles.
“Don’t you ever get sick and tired of all the ogling you get from women?”
He laughed, “Don’t you get sick of all the ogling you get from men?”
I twisted my face in confusion, “I don’t get that.”
“Yes you do Ellery, I see it every time I’m with you; the only difference is men are more discreet about it than women are.”
I never noticed men ogling me before; I’ll have to start paying more attention. As we were laughing and enjoying our conversation my phone rang; it was my Aunt Patti’s number. I looked at Connor, “I have to get this.” He nodded his head and took out his phone.
“Hello,” I answered. The voice on the other end was my cousin Debbie.
“Ellery, it’s Debbie, I wanted to let you know that mom and dad were...” she started sobbing, “In a car accident, and they both were killed.”
Her sobs grew harder as a tear fell down my cheek. Connor looked at me and reached for my hand resting on the table. “Debbie, I’m so sorry; I will be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you Elle, I’ll call you with the details.”
I hung up and looked at Connor who was staring at me with a worried look in his eye, “Ellery, what happened?”
“My aunt and uncle were killed in a car accident. I need to get out of here Connor.”
I grabbed my purse and took out some money. Connor grabbed it from my hands and shoved it back in my purse, “I got this.”
I couldn’t fall apart in front of him; I had to hold it together, at least till I got home, when I was alone.
He threw some money on the table and followed me out of the restaurant. My head was in a daze, and I was confused. I looked in both directions forgetting which way I needed to go. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him leading me to where Denny had parked the Limo. I stumbled a few times, but the strength of his arms held me up. He opened the door and helped me in. I slid to the other side as he got in and sat beside me. He didn’t say a word; he only wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Feeling the warmth and security of him, I clenched his shirt in my hands and started crying. He rubbed his hand up and down my back as his chin rested on my head. At that moment I didn’t care that he saw me like this, I just needed to be with someone right now, and he was more than willing to be that someone.
Chapter 14
We walked into my apartment. Connor shut the door behind him. I threw my purse on the table and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.
“Are you ok?” Connor asked as he followed closely behind. I scratched my head, “Yeah, I’m fine, do you want some wine?”
“Ah no, I really have to go. I have a meeting with someone.”
I rolled my eyes with my back turned to him because I’m sure his meeting had to do with getting laid. I opened the bottle, poured some into a glass and turned around putting one hand on his chest.
“Thank you Connor, I appreciate everything.”
He put his hand to my face and gently wiped away a couple of tears that were left with his thumb. “I know you do, and you are welcome.”
Fire swept through my body heating every part that ached for him at this moment. This was a side of him that was tender and gentle; a side I wanted to know better. My heart started racing, and the butterflies fluttered around every time he touched me. I was vulnerable at this moment, and all I could think about was kissing him passionately. I restrained myself because I was not about to ruin our friendship.
I patted him on the chest, “You better go to your meeting Mr. Black; it’s rude to keep someone waiting.”
He managed a small smile, “If you need anything, anything at all, please call me,” he said as he pressed his lips against my forehead.
“I will, now go have a good night.”
I shut the door behind him and sat down with my wine. For someone my age, I have experienced death more times than I should have. I needed to call Peyton and let her know what was going on. As I got up and reached for my phone, there was a knock at the door. I looked out the peep-hole and saw Connor standing there.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
He walked inside, “Pack a bag; you’re staying at my place tonight.”
I looked at him with a stunned look, “No I’m not. I’m staying home.”
He sighed, “Elle, for once, just once, please do as I say.”
“I’m not a child Connor, and frankly you cannot order me around, I thought we had this discussion already?”
He walked over to the corner of the room where my easel was and looked at the unfinished painting sitting on it. His tone changed, “I don’t think you should be alone tonight after the news you received, and my place has a guest room. I would feel better knowing you were not alone.”
He struggled with every word he just spoke; I now realized that he had a hard time with emotions.
“Ok Connor, give me a minute.” He nodded his head never taking his eyes off the painting.
I threw a few things in a bag and walked over to him standing by the easel. “This is what you were drawing in Central Park, isn’t it? The bride and groom in front of the fountain?”
“Yeah, I started painting it that night.”
“From what I can see, you are a very talented artist.”
“Thanks Mr. Black, now let’s go.” He smiled and took my bag from me; he was full of surprises today.
His penthouse was breathtaking, from the marble floors in the hallway to the white walls and 2 story windows. The living room housed a beautiful dark grey sofa, a large square wood table in the center and 2 leather wingback chairs, in a soft grey. Long curtains hung from the floor to ceiling windows as the marble fireplace was the focal point of the room. Black and white pictures hung vertically on the walls in groups of three with various city scenes from around the world. He came up behind me as I was staring at the pictures.
“Do you like these?”
I smiled, “Yes, they are beautiful. Where did you get them?”
“I took them.”
I whipped my head around, and the look on my face must have amused him because he started laughing.
“You took these?” I emphasized each word.
“You look so surprised Ellery. Photography is a hobby of mine.”
“Well, how would I know that Connor since you refuse to tell me anything about you?”
I stood there and studied the photographs. I smiled because at that moment I realized we had something in common; we were both artists. I painted pictures and he took them.
“Your home is beautiful, did you decorate it?”
“No, my sister did.”
I looked at him confused, “You have a sister?”
“Yes and she is an interior designer, she did this place and my office building.”
I nodded my head up and down, “I get the impression talent runs in the family.”
He laughed as he walked over to his bar, “Drink?” he asked.
“Shot of Jack please.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes widened.
“Why, does that surprise you?”
He reached for a shot glass, “It doesn’t, well, maybe it does; I just don’t know any women who do shots of Jack Daniels straight.”