15 - Chris Who?

I got home relatively early considering how my life had been recently. I saw my party dress and realized I forgot to return it but since I was going to the salon in the morning I could do it then. 

The semester was almost over and soon I would have the whole summer for these “dates.” 

I wondered if I had the mental capacity to keep it up. 

I wondered how many more I might sleep with… 

I will not let you become a whore. 

Yeah, sure, sure, keep telling yourself that Eve. 

I had a text from Martin with some details about the ski trip. I wrote him back and within seconds of hitting send, he called me. 

“Hey you,” he said, and I knew he was smirking. 

“Hey yourself,” I said back. 

I continued, “I was actually about to say that I literally have nothing for a ski trip, like I would need the full get up and all that. Can I even buy that stuff around here?” 

He laughed, “no silly I can get you all that when we get there. You’ll probably need to bring a second suitcase that’s empty to bring everything home.” 

We chatted for a little while and it seemed like this trip was actually going to happen. I'd have to miss some classes though.

Morning came too fast and I booked it to the salon. There was a rather snooty girl at the fitting rooms and I showed her my email confirmation to get her thoughts on what I should wear. 

“Oh my god you got yacht guy!?” 

She started jumping up and down while holding my hands. 

“Uhm, yeah I guess. Shit, I mean is that good or bad,” I asked curiously. 

“Girl, he doesn’t do a lot of dates, he’s VERY particular. One girl, maybe two years ago, he gave her a $100k to be his girlfriend for the summer and travel with him around the world. She got to even keep everything!” 

Well, damn. 

“Sounds like a lot to live up to, but I mean, if she did all that I imagine she had to sleep with him? Like who would just have a platonic relationship like that,” I asked. 

“Oh they were hitting it, but he’s hot as hell. I mean, one look and you’ll be dripping … so I've heard anyhow, I've never actually seen him. Girl you have time, you’re going to need a full wax if you’ll be on a boat.” 

She led me to a back room and yelled for someone named Andrea. Half an hour later, my entire body was on fire. She waxed me, everywhere below my nose and I vowed … NEVER to let someone talk me into this shit again. 

The salon girl gave me six different looks, I had to take a rolling suitcase that was huge just to move it all. Since I was pressed for time I didn’t even look at anything. I was intensely uncomfortable with the fact that between clothes, shoes and jewelry I was probably walking around with over $20k worth of shit. 

Not to mention the fact my vagina was pisssssed.

Beauty is pain? I'd rather be ugly after today!

I got an Uber right from the salon, leaving in a light blue sundress and sandals, completely unsure how I should be dressed. I arrived at a gate, guarding what looked like an insane mansion. I was told when I got to the gate to punch in a certain code and I told my driver. 

We pulled up to the door and an older man came out, dressed in silk pajamas. Was this Huge Hefner’s copycat? 

Who heck was this guy? 

He opened my door and extended his hand. 

He helped me out and kissed my cheek as if we were old friends getting together and it actually creeped me out a bit.

“Eve darling, find the place okay,” he asked. 

I laughed internally because this place probably had its own zip code. 

“Yeah, no problem,” I smiled. 

“Very good, I’m Wyatt,” he said, going around to the trunk. 

He had a bit of a British accent. He pulled out my suitcase and a smaller bag. 

“I would have much preferred to dress you myself but I didn’t know your sizes and taste. Hopefully we can change all that beautiful,” he said, smiling. 

Oh boy. 

Another man came and took my luggage away which made me uncomfortable. I mean, I figured it was safe but I really didn’t want to let it out of my sight. There was no way in hell I could afford to replace it all.

Wyatt took my hand and led me into the house. It … was … breathtaking. 

The highest ceilings I’d ever seen, and everything was marble. I laughed to myself that it was so clean you could eat off the floor. I tried not to show that I was gawking, he was probably used to his company doing that. 

“I’m off to a bit of a … late start this morning so you’ll have to forgive me. Please join me for breakfast, will you?” 

He held my hand and led me through the house, allowing me to hide behind him and gawk. It looked like there were sitting rooms that were probably never even used.

Wyatt led me to a deck overlooking a garden and the floral smell hit me at once, drawing me in. He pulled out a chair for me and his employees quickly came with trays and drinks. 

“This is unbelievable. Just breathtaking,” I said, beaming at the garden. 

“Yes this is one of my most favorite places, just incredibly relaxing isn’t it? I’m going to eat quickly then I am getting a massage before I dress. Just take your time and enjoy the view,” he said. 

Huh, wow okay then. Must be nice. On call massages.

We ate and made small talk, his accent was actually growing on me, but that was all. Between his age and his appearance he was not even remotely my type. 

I never thought age was an issue for me but after seeing Wyatt I knew there had to be some limits. I was going to have to ask Haven if there was a way to filter ages. I couldn't be dating a grandpa!

Etienne was a totally different cup of tea, he made it clear out of the gate he just wanted a companion, but apparently "yacht guy" expected the full treatment from his dates.

Wyatt had been MIA for about an hour and I was getting a bit restless. Plus if I sat here any longer I was going to inhale the dessert tray. I got up and started to roam around the garden, stopping to take in the smells. 

“Eve love, are you ready,” Wyatt called, standing in short shorts and a black muscle tee. 

I cringed to myself as it really was not too flattering of a look for him, especially at his age. I guessed him to be a few years younger than Etienne. I decided immediately I was not going to ever … ever sleep with this guy no matter what he offered. Let the next girl have him. 

Oh, so NOW you develop standards? 

Hush you!

Wyatt took my hand in his and led me to an elevator. Did he have a parking garage underground? I was intrigued. Instead of going down however, we went up. The doors opened to reveal a helicopter on his roof. 

A helicopter ride!?

Sure, of course the Hugh Hefner wanna be had a chopper. He didn’t even look back at me and I was grateful. I am sure I had the face of an idiot. 

Of course my real thought was, why in the hell did this guy need to buy a date? 

Just cause he could? 

And why ME? 

As we took off I looked around and realized I hadn’t thought about Chris yet today, and all I had to say was, Chris who? Shit, look where I am now! I bet Mr. hot shot country club didn't have a helicopter.

I had been on helicopter rides before, I grew up near a small airstrip and they often did them. Dad took me a few times and it was the best. 

I thought to tuck that away for Eric next time, most fathers with money just want to buy their children things but I wanted to show him that he should buy her experiences, and create memories they could share forever.

The pilot began circling over an airport and I got confused. Were we going somewhere else?! No one spoke to me so I didn’t speak to anyone. 

Wyatt took my hand to help me off the helicopter and without a word led me right up the steps to his private jet. 

What have I gotten myself into!?