“Go ahead.” She said, sadly. “I know you want to laugh.”
“No.” I said, with a hint of humor. “It's the thought that counts, right?”
Owen began to rummage through the fridge then. He grabbed the carton of eggs out, and then a few pieces of cheese. He opened one cupboard after another finding what he needed, and placed all of his ingredients on the counter. Morgan, and I just watched as he searched for the rest of his supplies, and when he seemed to have everything he needed he instructed us to take showers. I didn't even bother trying to argue. Besides I was always hungry in the morning, and I wasn't one to turn down food.
I was meeting Owen's dad today, and I was beyond nervous. I wanted to make a good impression so I chose a black, belted, high waist-ed pencil skirt that hit just above the knee. I paired it with a white, off the shoulder, fitted scoop neck tee that I tucked in. I opted for a pair of black heels, and tied my hair up into a messy yet sophisticated up-do.
When I came click clacking my heels around the corner half an hour later, Owen's eyes immediately started to scan my body. He raised his brows suggestively as I approached him, and I couldn't help but blush.
“Damn, Unicorn. If this is business casual, I think I could get used to dating a business woman.”
“Is it too much?” I asked, sheepishly.
“Not at all.” He winked. “My dad will appreciate the gesture I'm sure.”
Morgan came out of her room then, wearing something eerily similar. Only her skirt was a mini with a slit up the side, and her heels were at least an inch taller.
“Great minds think alike.” She said, as she took a seat at the table.
Owen quickly pulled a chair out, and motioned for me to join her. I thanked him as I took my seat, and a few seconds later he was bringing plates over for each of us before going back to grab his own. Scrambled eggs with cheese, onions, and mushrooms filled our plates and it smelled amazing. He'd even added toast, and coffee as a bonus.
“This looks delicious.” I said, before taking a sip from my mug.
“It tastes even better.” Morgan said, around a mouthful of food.
Owen chuckled, focusing his attention on me.
“I really appreciate you coming with me today.”
“I'm happy to.”
“Looks like you'll have to do the driving.” He winked.
“I can just follow you?”
“You don't want me coming back tonight?” He teased.
“Oh! I guess I hadn't thought about it.” I laughed.
“Liar.” Morgan said, before lifting her mug to take a drink. “I'm pretty sure getting your hot new boyfriend naked is all you think about.”
I nearly choked on my coffee, and Owen chuckled as he shook his head. She wasn't wrong. Of course I thought about him more than I should. The man is nearly perfect. Would she rather I wasn't interested at all?
By carefully avoiding her statement I managed to finish my coffee, and my breakfast. The fact that I was able to keep both down, was a miracle in itself. Owen didn't tell me much about his father's condition, and all that I really knew was that he was dying. I got the impression early on, that it wasn't something he liked to talk about, so I didn't push him.
It took him time to tell me about Abigail, and I knew that when he was ready he'd tell me more about his father as well. I just wish I had a little more to go on so that I could properly prepare myself for what I'd be walking into.
I handed Owen the keys to the truck, and together the two of us made our way down to the elevator. His arm was wrapped around me with his hand resting on my waist, and when we walked through the lobby I felt him pull me a little closer. I knew that my living in the same building as Derek was going to be hard, but I hadn't thought about how Owen felt about it.
When we reached the truck, I climbed into the passenger seat and fastened my seat-belt.
“You sure you want to let me drive, Unicorn?”
“I'm tired of driving.” I admitted. “Besides, my heels will probably get stuck in the floor mats.”
He reached for my hand, and gave it a soft squeeze then.
“Don't be nervous, alright? My dad's pretty harmless. Unless you're me.”
“Do you have any idea what he wants to talk to you about?”
“Not the slightest.”
He focused all of his attention on the road, and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. His mind was racing a million miles a minute, and instead of worrying about himself he was trying to keep me calm.
We drove for about thirty minutes, before we reached his father's house. I don't think it's ever been described as a house though. An estate maybe, but never a house. From the looks of it; it had at least two stories, and it was the size of a football field. Owen mentioned that his dad had money, but I was thinking of something a little more modest than this.
He parked the truck in the driveway next to a small black car with dealer plates.
“Is that a rental car?” I asked, hiking my thumb in the direction of the car beside us.
“Could be? Maybe dad's lawyer's car is in the shop.” He shrugged, before tucking the keys into his pocket. After a quick adjustment of my skirt, and bag on my shoulder I climbed out of the truck. I took a deep calming breath, and Owen came to stand beside me just as I'd exhaled. He took my hand in his once again.
“Come on, Unicorn. He's going to love you.”
“How can you be so sure?” I
