Page 59 of Beau Pair
“You. Are. Kidding. You have a Tesla? Where the hell have you been hiding it?” Beau’s jaw drops. “Well, obviously in here. I-I-I thought-I thought this was like… a storage room or something. Why the hell do you not drive this beauty anywhere?” he asks, and practically runs to it, smoothing his hands across the red surface.
“Drive a Tesla to college? When have you ever seen me flash my money?”
“But… but… how can you hide her?” He’s still not looking at me and instead getting handsy with Scarlet. I’m starting to get jealous that she’s getting all the attention. “She’s...gorgeous. Are you sure you want me to drive her?” he asks, and instead of repeating myself, I open the passenger door and wait for him to join me.
Beau’s so smooth and delicate when he presses the handle to open the door, it’s like he’s having sex with her. I definitely know that look on his face. I’ve seen it countless times when he’s worshipping my cock.
“Should I… leave you two alone?” I ask as Beau positions himself in front of the wheel and runs his hands across every surface he can find.
“I can’t promise we’ll make our reservation,” he says, staring at Scarlet instead of me.
Somehow, for some reason, I get a boner. He looks so good in the car, in his sleek suit, gripping the seatbelt with a very serious look. He looks like a gay James Bond. License to suck and fuck.
“Screw the reservation. Let’s just screw,” I tell him, and grip the nape of his neck.
“What? Before I even get to test the speed and controls on this baby? In your dreams, Gordon. Don’t make me ground you to the backseat,” he replies, and what do you know? My dick perks up even more.
“We’re definitely making a pit stop on the way back,” I tell him, and strap in as Beau speeds out of the garage and onto the road.
I key in the restaurant address, and Beau follows the GPS instructions while exploring every setting he can get his hands on.
When we arrive at the restaurant, he stops in the front and looks out the window.
“You’re pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t you?” he says, and I glance outside at the two Michelin star French restaurant I’ve booked us.
I’ve only ever been here on very special occasions, one of them being when Dolly and I celebrated a successful insemination.
Yeah, I’m definitely pulling out all the stops, but Beau is worth every single one.
“Let’s just hope your date puts out.” He smirks and opens the door to get out.
When I come out, I see him standing in front of the driver’s door staring at the valet.
“What’s the matter?” I ask as I join him on his side and hug his waist.
“This man wants to drive Scarlet, but she’s mine,” he says.
I laugh.
“He’s just doing his job, Baby Beau,” I tell him, and kiss his cheek. The valet is standing in front of us with an amused grin on his face. Can’t say I blame him. “I swear you can ride her any time you want.”
At that, the valet raises an eyebrow and covers his face with his hand while he fake coughs.
“But… but… what if he hurts her?”
I grab his hands and give him another kiss.
“I’m sure he’ll take care of her as if she were his own. Right?” I ask the valet.
He nods with a smile, and while I activate valet mode, he gets in the car and drives Scarlet off to the parking lot.
“Come on. Let’s go,” I tell him, and he turns toward the door with some hesitation.
When we’re seated, and I order a White Bordeaux Sauternes, he relaxes and takes all of the interior in.
Nothing is modest about this place. From their chandeliers to the tablecloths, Le Prestige oozes elegance and class.
“You know, I’d be just as happy with some street food and stargazing, right?” he says when the wine is served, and we have ordered some appetizers.
