"hi, i'd like to order a car..."
i step into the night which feels like late fall. my midtown street is quiet and my office was empty as i left. peaceful.
my car is waiting out front. i open the door and slide into my seat. i take a deep breath and smell cologne. and it's good. and in a matter of seconds i'm imagining myself lying naked with this great smelling guy.
remembering that i'm not alone, i look at my driver, his jaw illuminated in the moonlight as the jersey skyline zooms alongside us. he's young with olive skin and dark hair. he has a nice profile. his voice was soft when he welcomed me but he's not chatty like the other drivers. i prefer to sit and unwind quietly after a long day at work. i try to sneak a peak at him through the review mirror but there my eyes meet his and i quickly turn away.
god, does he smell good.
l.a. lady plays on the radio in this sultry car with this sexy man. softly, "should i take a right here?" his voice, his demeanor, it's so subservient. "just tell me which apt to stop at," he says yet what i hear is, "tell me what you want me to do to you, i'm at your service."
i briefly consider telling this driver to come upstairs. then i remember that i'm not in a movie or a romance novel and that it's close to midnight and i have to be at work at 8 the next morning and i thank him and open the car door.
he waits for me to step inside before he pulls away. i wonder whether he secretly wanted to come upstairs with me...