“Put it all on,” I told her. “We’re going out to dinner.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am.”
She looked back to the box and slowly pulled out the dress.
“It looks like the right size,” she commented.
“It is the right size,” I said.
She looked up at me for a moment but didn’t say anything else. Her eyes went back to the dress and then the shawl below it.
“This, too?” Bridgett asked as she held it up.
“Of course,” I said. “That fucking rodent in Pennsylvania might have thought spring was coming, but he’s an idiot. It’s cold out there, and I don’t want you to freeze your ass off. I have plans for it later.”
I raised my eyebrows at her, and she shook her head at me. Moving up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I’m taking you for a night on the town – dinner, drinks, shopping – everything. You go get yourself ready.”
I smacked her ass with the palm of my hand, and she shrieked as she ran to change in the bedroom. I leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped from a bottle of flavored water, which didn’t taste too bad. Jonathan had been going on about them lately, so I had finally given them a shot. They were all full of vitamins instead of sugar, so they had to be better for you than a soda.
Bridgett came out of the bedroom looking like she belonged on the television as a fucking fashion show celebrity. I had to admit that I had done a great job picking out the dress – it fit her perfectly – but the rest was all her. Round ass, long legs, face cleaned off of whore paint and just lightly made-up. She was all looks.
“Beautiful.”
She blushed.
For dinner, we went to the restaurant on the other side of the little park behind my apartment building. It was a nice steak place, cozy and quiet enough that Bridgett didn’t seem to be overwhelmed or anything. Once we were done with our meal, I wrapped the shawl back around her shoulders and walked her out the front and over to Millennium Park.
She started laughing immediately.
“It is a giant bean!” she squealed.
I couldn’t help but smile. I also couldn’t explain why I loved the sculpture. Sure, there were a lot of people who considered it more comical than artistic, but I thought it was absolutely brilliant.
And shiny.
I took a picture of our reflections in the polished silver with my phone before we walked back towards my building. I held her hand and helped her down the long staircase on the east side of the park, then across the sidewalk and into the parking garage.
“We’re not going upstairs?” Bridgett asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “We’re going to the Magnificent Mile.”
I led her over to my parking areas but steered her away from the car she was used to being in.
“This is your car?” Bridgett’s eyes widened as she examined the exterior of the Audi R8.
“Shut up and get in,” I replied with a smile.
It wasn’t quite warm enough to put the top down, but it was still a nicer ride than the Mazda for the kinds of places we were going. I drove in silence across the Michigan Avenue Bridge and up north towards all the best shops. Bridgett just stared out the window at the people going by, most of whom were looking over at us. Once I got to the general center of the area, I pulled off in front of a hotel and let the valet take the car.
“Checking in, sir?”
“No, just shopping,” I replied as I handed him some cash.
“Very good, sir.”