Restaurant Dinner

I stand on the side of the street, a few buildings away from my dorm building. Mrs Revers said it wasn't the best look if someone recognised her car picking up a student from their dorm room. The breeze moves my hair gently as I stand and wait. I’ve never been picked up for a date; usually, I’m the driver. Should I feel emasculated?.. No. I’m being picked up by the married teacher everyone wants to hook up with, I feel fucking great.

I never put much thought into what car my professor would drive. Headlights get larger as a sleek, red sports car pulls up. Red? Bit on the nose. The window rolls down and Mrs Revers's head peers through from the other side of the car.

“Erik, the door is unlocked, get in.”

I open and step in, I grab the seatbelt as I sit, “Mrs Revers, your car is rea-” I lose my train of thought. My lips go completely dry. I’ve never seen so much breast. She really likes red. Her dress is scarlet, low cut, with a slit on the side that almost reaches her ass, tight, hugging every curve imaginable.

A slight smile curves the corner of her lip, “You may call me Amelia tonight. This is part of your reward.”
I lick my lips. “Amelia.” Time to push the boundaries. “I was going to say your car is cool.” I pointedly let my eyes roam over her dress. “But your dress is unbelievable.”
She smiles as she takes off, driving in the opposite direction from the campus. “Thank you, Erik, Leon chose it.”

What. The. Fuck?

She drives us into the city, high rises and flashing lights, people walk the sidewalks in various states of inobreted, Amelia takes us to a valet car park that takes her keys, she nods at a thumping nightclub.
“A nightclub?”
“Above it.”
I look up and sure enough, above the club's entrance, above the velvet ropes of people waiting to get in, “Above the club?”
“The restaurant is more expensive. The club is for… Well, it's of no concern really.”

What the hell does that mean? Who the hell is this woman?

I don’t know what kind of pull Amelia has, but the bouncer took one look at her, nodded and let her through, much to the disdain of the others in the long queue.

A host opens the door for us, and we step out onto the restaurant floor. I’m wearing a decent suit, and I feel like I’m going to be shot for how poor I look right now. The waiters' pressed suits look more expensive than mine; this place is obscenely expensive, the glassware shimmers like crystals, and the patrons here have to be either celebrities, politicians or mob bosses.

“I will never be able to afford eating here.”

“Fortunately for you, I’m paying.”

Waiters pull our seats out, placing napkins on our laps; the material feels absurdly expensive.

Entrees and an expensive wine are served. I glance up at Amelia, who smiles. She’s ordered for me.

“Amelia, I have to ask. How much money do you professors actually make? Because, I never expected you to make… this kind of money.” I gesture around me.

She smiles, she averts her gaze and shrugs, “Leon is a lawyer.”
“Still… This is insane money, this is criminal levels of money.” I laugh as I look towards her.
She just smiles, but different. Not with her eyes. A sudden chill runs down my spine.
I clear my throat.

“So how did you meet Leon?”

She smiles, real this time. “We met at a cafe. He was a barista and the way he looked at me…” Her eyes go elsewhere, full of love, and my heart in turn fills with a weird guilt. “It was perfect. We both knew that we had met our soulmate.”

I nod, “Wow, that’s beautiful.”

She smiles, “Thank you. What about you and your girlfriend, Vi right?”

Shit. I highkey forgot to text her that I left, I’m going to have to make up for this, I file it away for later.

I smile. “I’m shocked you know about her.” My heart drops. How does she know… I know I’m not imagining the signs she’s giving me… “Uhm. We...”

“I don’t know if she would be pleased that you forgot how you met Mr Doe.” She coos teasingly.

I shake my head.

“We were in the same classes for a while. I liked her, and I was taking my time to ask her out, never building up the nerve. One day, she came up to me and told me to ask her out for dinner. I did. And we've been inseparable since.”

She smiles.
“So sweet.”

Mains, Dessert, Wine (For me mostly, since she’s driving, stopping after a single glass.) All come out, all delicious. Amelia pats at her mouth with a napkin.

She breathes out contentedly, a small smile on her lips.
“Well Erik. I do hope you enjoyed your reward.”
I shift, meeting her eyes expectantly.
She narrows her eyes and reaches behind her, into her purse. She produces a small envelope, on the cover, her handwriting.

“Erik

She slides it across from me.

“I know the way you look at me. Like a lot of you boys do.” She shrugs, “I’m not stupid, you agree?”

I feel my face burn, and I nod, “Amelia, it’s not meant-”

She holds a finger up and presses it against her lips, shushing me.

“That envelope contains photos… Which you will.” She pauses to think. “Be likely to enjoy.”

I reach out to grab it, but she places a delicate fingertip on the envelope.
“That is option A.”
I tilt my head.
“Option B.” She points at the ground.
“I’ll allow you to take little old me to the club downstairs. I'll buy us drinks, we’ll share them... We dance… Like we would with Leon, or Vi...” The corner of her mouth twitches.

She leans forward.

“What will it be?”