Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 28, 2006 23:38:42 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Taylor Dear was sure about, as the car stopped infront of the club, was that she wanted to have little or no recollection of this night. And, given her earlier behavior, she wouldn't mind if Jeremy had some short term memory loss, either. She was seated comfortably in the back of the car, the seat warmers making the ride much more pleasent. She had her legs crossed, and her arms crossed across her chest. She still had her cardigan with her, of course, but she felt that the coolness of her top was defeated by the dowdiness of the cardigan. She tapped her heels against the back of the drivers seat rather rudely, as if daring him to drive any slower. There were some days she regretted about not taking the chance to get a personal driver when her parents had brought up the subject at the beginning of the school year.
She started rummaging through her purse just as the car came to a complete stop. What was she looking for? Her membership card. Yes, The Club might have been a stupid name for a club, but it was an exclusive, stupidly named club. Not that her parents knew she had a membership there, mind you. It's amazing how if you slip someone a little extra money, a little indiscretion like a club membership can show up as a purchase at Neiman's on your bill. She pulled out her card holder first, one of the new Louis Vuitton ones with the porter on it. She had thought it was irresistably cute, so Hunter had bought it for her as a 'just because' present. Those were the best kind, in her opinion.
She exited the car, leaving her cardigan on her seat. That driver knew right well that if that sweater wasn't there when he returned to pick her up, there would be hell to pay. And what Jeremy had just experienced was nothing compared to what the petite girl was capable of.
She started rummaging through her purse just as the car came to a complete stop. What was she looking for? Her membership card. Yes, The Club might have been a stupid name for a club, but it was an exclusive, stupidly named club. Not that her parents knew she had a membership there, mind you. It's amazing how if you slip someone a little extra money, a little indiscretion like a club membership can show up as a purchase at Neiman's on your bill. She pulled out her card holder first, one of the new Louis Vuitton ones with the porter on it. She had thought it was irresistably cute, so Hunter had bought it for her as a 'just because' present. Those were the best kind, in her opinion.
She exited the car, leaving her cardigan on her seat. That driver knew right well that if that sweater wasn't there when he returned to pick her up, there would be hell to pay. And what Jeremy had just experienced was nothing compared to what the petite girl was capable of.
