"Your a vision Bianca, thank you for seeing me tonight." "The pleasure is all mine" Bianca recited in her best Audrey Hepburn voice as she fastened her seatbelt and climbed into Tyler's sedan. The Honda Accord sedan, while very nice, seemed much to old for him but his grandmother had paid cash for it and he Paid her monthly on an interest free loan. The stipulation for this agreement was that Tyler must choose the make and model of car that his grandmother had chosen. This is how Tyler's family operated. They invested, they saved, they spent wisely. In fact, they did did everything wisely. Bianca could feel the tension in the room every time she entered. She knew they didn't approve of her. The Holt boys, Tyler and Trent were something special. They both made heads turn wherever they went. Tall, muscular, tan blue eyed blonde haired smooth talking southern boys. Bianca was in awe of Tyler. His looks, his smarts, his charm he was everything and all at once. Trent, Tylers older brother, was married and his wife Avery was expecting the Holts first grand baby. This, however, wasn't pleasing Mr. And Mrs. Holt. Shortly before Bianca met Tyler, Avery's job as a flight attendant had required that she relocate to Atlanta for a couple of years. Trent was sick over the idea of her living that far from him and decided he would marry her and go with her. Trent was in the process of developing some new antibiotic, he was some sort of chemist, and he was the crown jewel of the Holts family. Mr. Holt was a surgeon, and he Mrs. Holt owned "Holts Stop" book store/cyber cafe. "Holts stop" was fantastically successful and they now had four or five of them dotted about the southern states with the newest one about to pop up in Atlanta...to no one's surprise. The Holts family was Royalty in Oxford and Avery Mitchell was a Illinois native, flight attendant and free spirit that had never seen the inside of a college classroom. She did not fit the bill and Mrs. Holt let it be known. Bianca always liked Avery and the way Mrs. Holt would talk about her made Bianca very uneasy, but she was barely treading water with the Holts herself and wouldn't dare rock the boat.
Tyler tucked his arm under Bianca's and scooped up her hand in his, gently stroking her fingers with his thumb, the car was still parked in front of the house, the keys in the ignition and the sounds of contemporary jazz coming softly from the radio. Bianca thought it odd that jazz was on the radio, Tyler never listened to jazz...but his mother did, he must have spent some time with her.
Tyler stared directly into Bianca's light brown eyes. "Bianca, I love you. I am so lucky to have you." Bianca didn't know what to make of his tone, kind of sad, she didn't know if that was it, she couldn't put her finger on it. "Tyler Holt, I am the lucky one, and we both know that " she said teasingly. Tyler but his hands on her cheeks and wove his fingers into the back of her hair before pulling her to him for a long passionate kiss and before she knew it they were in the backseat together communicating with out any words at all.
Bianca climbing into bed reflecting on the whole bizarre encounter with Tyler. After he made love to her he was still wanting to take her to dinner. But Bianca's hair was desheveled and her make up smeared of gone completely, her silk sundress wrinkled, she did want to go any where. She asked Tyler to come in but he declined quickly with out giving it any consideration and had said something about needing to study anyway so he best go home. If Bianca hadnt known better, she would have called herself a booty call, but there was something different about Tyler, the way he was talking, his tone...the sex in the backseat which they had never had before, the jazz music. What the hell was it about. I'll call him in the morning Bianca thought, I'll call him and ask him what it was all about. Bianca was jarred from thoughts by what sounded like June gagging in the bathroom she hurried to go check on her but when Bianca made it to the bathroom June was brushing her teeth. "You sick Juney?" June took the tooth brush out of her mouth long enough to reply "No, just brushed my tongue and it gagged me" her tone was cool, almost chilly. She's upset about tonight Bianca thought, oh my god I hope she didn't see us in the car, how embarrassing. The coolness in June's tone was a good indicator it wasn't time to talk so Bianca quietly turned and headed back down the hall to her bedroom. OK two things on the to do list tomorrow, Bianca thought while drifting off to sleep make peace with June and figure out all of Tylers weirdness.
Tyler tucked his arm under Bianca's and scooped up her hand in his, gently stroking her fingers with his thumb, the car was still parked in front of the house, the keys in the ignition and the sounds of contemporary jazz coming softly from the radio. Bianca thought it odd that jazz was on the radio, Tyler never listened to jazz...but his mother did, he must have spent some time with her.
Tyler stared directly into Bianca's light brown eyes. "Bianca, I love you. I am so lucky to have you." Bianca didn't know what to make of his tone, kind of sad, she didn't know if that was it, she couldn't put her finger on it. "Tyler Holt, I am the lucky one, and we both know that " she said teasingly. Tyler but his hands on her cheeks and wove his fingers into the back of her hair before pulling her to him for a long passionate kiss and before she knew it they were in the backseat together communicating with out any words at all.
Bianca climbing into bed reflecting on the whole bizarre encounter with Tyler. After he made love to her he was still wanting to take her to dinner. But Bianca's hair was desheveled and her make up smeared of gone completely, her silk sundress wrinkled, she did want to go any where. She asked Tyler to come in but he declined quickly with out giving it any consideration and had said something about needing to study anyway so he best go home. If Bianca hadnt known better, she would have called herself a booty call, but there was something different about Tyler, the way he was talking, his tone...the sex in the backseat which they had never had before, the jazz music. What the hell was it about. I'll call him in the morning Bianca thought, I'll call him and ask him what it was all about. Bianca was jarred from thoughts by what sounded like June gagging in the bathroom she hurried to go check on her but when Bianca made it to the bathroom June was brushing her teeth. "You sick Juney?" June took the tooth brush out of her mouth long enough to reply "No, just brushed my tongue and it gagged me" her tone was cool, almost chilly. She's upset about tonight Bianca thought, oh my god I hope she didn't see us in the car, how embarrassing. The coolness in June's tone was a good indicator it wasn't time to talk so Bianca quietly turned and headed back down the hall to her bedroom. OK two things on the to do list tomorrow, Bianca thought while drifting off to sleep make peace with June and figure out all of Tylers weirdness.
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