“Yessss!!!!” Ashley said in the receiver. “I’m going on a date!”
“O.My.God.” Her friend, Melissa said from Miami. “With hot and sexy David?”
“That’s right! Look I’m a bit low on the clothing department and low on cash as well. You have to help me out. You’re the fashion designer here.”
“Okay, okay.” Melissa replied. “No panic. We’ll combine different clothes together and make a great one. Switch on your camera so that I can see what you have.”
After hours of discussing, they agreed on a simple short skirt and blouse, but an extravagant chain for a lookout style.
David and Ashley felt both shy as they walked on the pavement toward the restaurant. David had one hand holding Ashley’s, and his other hand in his black jean. He was even wearing a tie. A black tie on his white shirt. He looked like a school boy in that clothes, but Ashley didn’t dared said that. She just wanted to jump him.
They both didn’t say anything. They just walked. Hand in hand.
No panic David, it’s just a date, David tried to calm himself. The thing is, he was feeling stupid. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the clothes. Or the fact that he actually went to get a haircut after Ashley had rushed in her room to try on clothes. A friggin’ haircut. The last time he had rushed for a haircut was when he was in High School.
“Urm. What will you have, Ashley? David asked in the restaurant. He gulped and waited as Ashley gnawed her lips as she studied the menu, candle light reflecting on her face.
Bringing her here was a bad idea, David decided, and mentally kicked him. He wanted to kiss her. Now. Badly. It didn’t bother him that he was feeling awful about practically eating her last night. His focus was so centered on Ashley that nothing else mattered, but her.
The air was suffocating.
Ashley was having trouble breathing. And it had nothing to do with her asthma, and everything to do with the way David was looking at her. His jade colored was focused on her, and she could almost see in blackening.
They ate in total silence. Neither of them dared talked. Or moved. One wronged move, and they both knew that they would rush out of this restaurant and find someplace handy, anyplace, to satisfy this suppressing need that was accumulating inside them.
They ate frozen chocolate mousse, and it did nothing to decrease the heat between them.
“We should get out of here.” David suggested. Finally.
“Right.” Ashley agreed. “We should go.”
They walked back, hand in hand, to the parking lot, knowing what was going to happen. David couldn’t hold himself anymore. Before Ashley could get in the car, he pushed her against the door and kissed her. Right there. It didn’t matter if anyone could see him. He just didn’t care anymore. And the thing is he couldn’t get enough. Agreed, his car’s window was tinted, it just didn’t seem right to do it there.
Instead, he dragged Ashley back to the restaurant, hastily, and booked a room.
“Dave…”Ashley moaned, eyes rolling back as David kissed her neck against the closed door. “We need to slow this down.”
“Yeah.” He agreed, but didn’t slow down. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, still kissing her.
Late after midnight, they both agreed, mutually, that it was time to get back to the apartment. It was weird to sleep in a room they used just for sex.
First thing tomorrow, David decided, he would go out and get Ashley a ring. He couldn’t ask her to marry him. Not now. Not when she was still studying. She was still young. But he wanted to offer her something meaningful. That would bind them. Beep
David took out his blackberry and checked his mail.Hughes, that key on the fax you sent me, it opens safe boxes at Silverwings Club. You need to be a member to own a key there.
David released a breath. Finally he got some lead.Thanks Neel. Owe you one, dude.
David draped his arms around Ashley and walked her to the apartment from the parking lot. He would tell her tomorrow, he thought. She was tired, she needed to sleep.
Pushing his apartment door open, David stool standstill with shock for half a second before taking his gun out of his pants pocket, his arms possessive and protective around Ashley.
“Damn it!” David cursed as he looked at his living room. “Damn! The ba$tard! He has wrecked my living room.” David screamed, muttering a litany curses as he inspected his living room. Somebody came for the key, Ashley thought. Somebody turned David’s home upside down for that key. She couldn’t shake away the guilty feeling.
“Dave, relax…”Ashley walked behind him and pressed her fingers to his tight shoulders.
“How do you want me to relax, Ash?” David turned to her, and didn’t notice Ashley’s eyes widening a little. In fear? “The b*stard wrecked everything!”
“I’m sorry.” Ashley whispered. “I’m sorry Dave….I…”
It was only when he saw Ashley’s confusing eyes that he ordered himself to calm down. “Ash. I’m sorry. Come here.” He relaxed a little and pulled her closer to him. “It’s not your fault, okay?” He comforted. “Okay?”
She nodded against his white shirt.
“Did the guys at the lab detect something the other day they came for fingerprints?”
David shook his head. “Not a glitch!” He started to pick up the books on the floor, “Bet this time will be the same too!”
“They wanted they key, right?”
“Damn right!” Then he looked at her.
“Where is the key, David?”
“Somewhere safe. Don’t worry.” Then he looked at her, “I know what it opens, Ash.” He grinned.
Ashley gave his a look, urging his to continue.
“Safe box number twenty three at Silverwings Club.”
“Silverwings? ….I don’t know…but I heard it somewhere…”
“My bet is that your parents were members there.”
“Maybe…”Ashley said uncertainly. “You think they’ll let us open the safe box?” Ashley asked.
“Oh, I’ll just flash my badge at their faces and start talking about laws and regulations and search warrants and they’ll probably piss in their pants with worry about their member’s privacy. That’s how it works in private clubs.”
“Nice.” Ashley nodded, impressed.
“Leave this; we’ll clean it up tomorrow before driving to Silverwings.” David said as Ashley bent down to clean up the mess. “So,” He started his hands uncomfortably in his pockets, “Your room or mine?”
Ashley looked at him.
“Or we can go in our respective rooms…” David suggested when Ashley didn’t reply. David felt as if he was behaving like an amateur.
“I’ll…take a shower first.” Ashley said, “then we can decide which room.” They might have done it, but Ashley wasn’t ready to shower with him. She actually never had taken a shower with anyone.
“Sure.” David smiled. “I’ll prepare coffee.”
They ended up sleeping in David’s room after a very short debate which had been interrupted by some kissing. Actually, it was David who started it when Ashley argued that David’s room was messier, smelled of dirty socks, and that the walls color were too dark for her liking.
“We’ll have it repaint!” He had said, before kissing her, and then carried her to his room.
Bright and early, and after several doses of caffeine, David and Ashley drove to Silverwings club after a sleepless and a very active
David mentally replayed his schedule for the day, and that included at visit at the jewelry. And he was still deciding between surprising Ashley with a ring of his choice, or dragging her to the jewelry and forcing her to choose one. Surprising her, though, seemed too official. Like, asking her to marry him. And he didn’t want to make it too official. Not when Ashley hadn’t said that she loved him. Yet.
“Now, now, I’m sure you don’t want me to file for a warrant and letting the news of it leaking…to the public…?” David shot his best FBI, sexy and hypnotizing smile.
“Mr. Hughes…”The bald man scratched his shiny head. “You know we can’t let you in if you aren’t a member….” He continued, his head glittering more than ever. “Urm…but well. I think we are going to make an exception. The Davis couple passed away and no one came to claim anything from their safe…so, I think that’s okay.”
“Wait…” David raised an eyebrow, “You mean no one ever came here after the Davis passed away?”
“Urm. No sir.”
“You think your mother didn’t know what this key opens?” Ashley asked when they were left alone, knowing it was a very tacky subject.
“Probably.” David answered drily. “Now, let’s see what’s inside.” He said, pushing the Celtic key into the hole, and turning it around.
What was there shocked them both. The safe which locked the scandal eleven years ago was finally…opened.