Coming soon January 2015
“Wonderful,” he said kindly.
They sat quietly as the waiter poured their wine leaving the bottle behind in a bucket by the table.
“Do you date often?” she asked placing her clutch off to the side and grabbing her glass.
“No, not really,” he said with a frown.
“Dating is expensive and you need money for it.”
“You worry about money a lot,” she said raising a brow. “This offer came at just the right time I presume.”
Troy let out a sigh, “Sorry.” His tone soften, “I swear, I’ll stop talking about money.” He lifted his glass and took a long sip.
“I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, well it also doesn’t make me a fun date,” he said quietly setting the glass back down.
“You’re not having fun?” she asked a little bit disappointed.
Troy let out a chuckled, “Maybe,” he paused for a moment “Why don’t we get to know each other?” he murmured leaning forward just so she could hear him.
The question caught him off guard, “I like to at least talk to my wives before we marry? Call me crazy. I’d just assume you’d want to get know each other.”
“Well I went through making this arrangement so that I could avoid all of the baggage that comes with a traditional relationship.”
“Baggage… you think finding the person you’re meant to be with is baggage? You can’t really believe that?”
“I just think that people are so desperate to be in love that they’ll lie to themselves to be happy for a while. I don’t want to do that,” she said picking up her wine glass and bringing it to her lips for a sip.
“Everyone, no matter how hard they try to hide it, wants to find love. Usually those who try hardest to seem uninterested are the ones who want love the most.”
“Well I’m sorry but it’s just not the case here,” she said looking down into her wine glass. “I only need a husband so that I may continue to live in the states. I am under no false pretenses that this is real life fairy tale,” she whispered.
Troy raised a brow and slowly reached his hand across the table resting it over hers and apparently catching her off guard because the moment their skin touched she jerked violently almost slouch wine over the rim of her glass.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized again.
Troy’s hand recoiled and he sat up, “you know for this to work out we have to touch?” he said with a small smirk, “Hell we might even have to make out a little.”
Gabriella stopped for a moment and thought it through. It had been a long time since she had been on a real date. And she certainly never been on one with someone like Troy. She felt a little tremble in her hand as she thought about it. Suddenly, she was all nerves, and she didn’t want him to know. She clamped down on her left hand with her right hoping like hell he couldn’t notice the spinning sensation happening inside her and the flood of heat wafting into her cheeks. Quickly she reached for her glass and took a sip before placing it on the table with a clink. “Of course.”
“It’s alright,” he said jokingly, “I swear I don’t have cooties.”
Gabriella felt her heart flutter, “Oh no, I’m not worried about that.”
“Then what is it?”
Gabriella frowned as she looked at him, “Look, you seem like a genuinely nice person,” she offered. “If you don’t want to do this marriage thing, I completely understand. Believe it or not, I’m not thrilled that it has come to this either, but it would solve both out problems. I work long hours. I’m hardly ever home, and I have a relatively bas fortune to drawn upon. I not very good company Mr. Bolton, I prefer my privacy and work over most things. But you wouldn’t no longer worry or want for anything. ”
Troy nodded suddenly seeming a lot more understanding, “Don’t you wish you had someone to spend time with for real?”
Gabriella laughed, “What isn’t real about this evening?” she met him eye for eye and squared her shoulders. “Just because I’m being honest with you about what I need doesn’t mean out time together isn’t real. Why shouldn’t that be enough? It’s not like we’re missing anything.”
Troy leaned in, his hand taking hers in his, “I’m not going to back out on you. So you can stop freaking out about that. I do understand that you have your hang ups. I have mine.” He was quiet for a moment. “You know, you didn’t have to bring me here,” he smiled, “We could have just said we went here.”
Gabriella eyes watched her hands in his, “Trust me, in the circles that I hang out with. Its better that we back up our story with as many truths as possible. Everyone has their first date here. It’s all part of the backstory.”