Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Hearing the sound of heels clanking softly across the floor upstairs, Grayson's blue eyes raised themselves with the upward cant of his head. At the same time, his hands calmly fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt as if it was a nervous habit. There was no doubt his heart was absolutely pounding in his chest and he wasn't certain if she could see it against his skinny tie or not. It did help that Luna paused in front of him with as much awe in her eyes as he was displaying in return Grayson's throat shifted visibly with a hard swallow as the couple examined each others choice of attire for their first night out. Luna could see he had forced her into a black dress because he had plans to wear a matching suit. Grayson was always so calculated. Both of them legitimately looked like a couple readied for a fancy date, and he didn't want to have it any other way. The fact that Luna was mirroring his hue meant that she belonged to him and the rest of the city would come to know it. A smile began to spread along his lips as Grayson canted his head back confidently and looked down upon her from his advantage. Interesting way of putting it, I suppose. But... He shook his head as if to show how breathtaking she was before continuing with his flabbergasted words, ... you look ... Grayson just couldn't find the words as he ran his hand smoothly over his lips before motioning toward her with it casually, ... gorgeous. Her next question would force him to nod once in response as he began to take confident steps towards her. Of course. I won't take you somewhere that isn't worth our wild. The two would meet in the middle as he stopped before her. Grayson could almost feel her body's heat at this point while towering above her. As she began to search his pockets, the man lifted his arms as if to provide her more room and opened his mouth to say something. Only an amused gasp escaped from him before they closed upon noticing what she had been looking for. Silently, his eyes followed the item as she placed it on the staircase. Grayson's assistant, whom was standing nearby, peered at him questioningly as Luna mentioned she wanted him all to herself. Grayson simply tipped his head, as if to tell his assistant not to fetch the phone, and then reached out to clasp Luna's hand with his own as he had done back on the boat. His large and broad back turned to her as he began to lead her toward the door leading to his five car garage. You have me all to yourself tonight, Luna. Grayson's words were calm and stern, but always spoken with honesty. Pushing open the door to the garage, and flipping on the light switch nearby, had the immaculate room's ceiling lights beam down bright white unto his array of vehicles and tool boxes. The floors were glistening silver and looked almost polished. Of all his cars, the man would lead her toward the closest, his deep silver Lamborghini Aventador. Unlocking it by simply touching the door handle with the keys located in his pocket, the man pulled up the rising door to allow her inside of the lush interior where a leather bucket seat awaited her. Grayson simply smiled as his eyes locked upon her, holding the door as the hand around her own released, only to slide about the hump of her peach shaped ass when she brushed by slyly. When she was inside, he'd seal the door, round the car, and duck into the driver's seat. Pulling down his own door with a sculpted arm flexing against the suit's sleeve, the male then extended the other to tap the push-to-start button. The loud V12 motor toward the back of their heads fired up angrily within the garage as the door before them began to lift to expose the night sky beyond. With the instrument panels glowing across his chest, Grayson gripped the wheel and began to roll them out unto the street as the car rumbled within their ears. He would speak up as the garage door was sealing behind them, I was looking forward to this all day. Even on my business calls earlier... He'd smile with the turn of his head toward her before pulling unto city traffic, and then blazing them down the highway where the super car seemed to stand out from the crowd as it sat low to the floor, weaving between the slower traffic smoothly under his control. It wasn't long before the silver vehicle slowly climbed into the parking lot, as its headlights blazed a snow white path forwards, and found an empty space near the front. Grayson would open her door, lock the car, and clasp her hand to lead her into the choice restaurant for the night. The Regional . It so happened the establishment was as legitimate business space that the rich and wealthy frequented. Underneath the exquisite chandeliers and white table cloths, there was a intimate buzz that no other place could match. The interior was kept dimly lit and well dressed the hum of constant conversation, glasses clanking, and the faint trace of lounge music filled the room. The Regional was packed business men conducting some networking, or couples who had the extra income. There was no shortage of stockbrokers, hedge fund managers, and other investors like Grayson. At the door, a hostess would welcome the couple after recognizing Grayson, and lead them to a booth.