Friday, November 4, 2011
The Kyla Chronicles - To Trust
So Cash and I were officially dating! It had been a while since I'd actually been dating someone and I was enjoying it. We'd had what seemed like a whirlwind romance around New York City and I was starting to get used to being treated like a queen. In the month since the party at the Empire, we'd been on a champagne cruise up and around the hudson and east rivers, on a yacht that he'd chartered...just for the two of us. Every night we'd dined at the best restaurants in the city, and never had to make a reservation or wait on a table. With Cash, it was VIP all the way, and it didn't take much getting used to.
He was wining and dining me like no man ever had, and I felt like I was living my own version of some cheesy romantic comedy. Except, there was nothing cheesy about this man, nor the time we spent together. In fact, Cash was so authentic I had to wonder if his authenticity was a ruse. I hear when something seems too good to be true, it usually is. And I couldn't find a damn thing wrong with this man. I was starting to get a little scurred. Not scared. SCURRED. I'd been there before with Tristan. Duped. And was in no hurry to get back.
I mean sure we were only a month into our courtship and he could very well be showing me his representative, but damn if this was a ruse, he sure was good at it. Had he been one of those pesky sales people that take you on a timeshare tour, I would have most definitely bought once the hour was completed. Matter fact...I would have taken two. Nothing seemed off besides the fact that things with us were so...on. I couldn't figure out if it was a testament to his acting skills, a detriment caused by my naivete, or even scarier...the real thing.
We'd seen each other three times that week and when we weren't together, my thoughts were constantly consumed with him. On Friday, he'd summoned me to dinner by sending a dozen long stemmed red roses to my office. When the courier dropped off the flowers, he handed me a cell phone, with Cash on the other end asking me to join him at his wine bar. He'd be sending a car for me at nine. I graciously accepted. When the car arrived, there was a bottle of champagne awaiting me inside and God only knows I needed something to help my nerves subside. I poured myself a glass and wondered if tonight would be the night for Cash and I.
I'd been living the life of a single girl for all of three months, and things were moving at a fast pace. I'd already had a rendezvous in Vegas with Apollo, and it looked like Cash and I were heading there and beyond. A girl has needs and I'd been with Tristan since I'd been so young. I'd never gotten the chance to take advantage of all the man candy that's out there. I wasn't quite ready to go all feminist, I'll sleep with however many men, whenever I want to. But I was at the point, where I realized I was living by my own rules and my rules said, that if tonight was gon' be the night...so be it. Even if Cash didn't turn out to be the one, he was the one who was making me happy right now, and I was ready to take it to the next level with him.
We pulled up to the place not far from where we'd met. It was called Intimacy, the name foretelling where Cash and I were headed. As the limo door opened, I assumed it was the driver but there stood Cash holding his hand out to me, beckoning me to join him.
"You look gorgeous as always", he said as he helped me out of the car and pressed his warm soft lips to my cheek.
"You're looking quite dapper yourself", and that he did. He was bedizened in a crisp white Hugo Boss shirt, navy slacks with matching navy Salvatore Ferragamo shoes. I, on the other hand, was adorned in a black and white color blocked Bicolour Octavia dress by Stella McCartney and a pair of black LAMB suede peep toe pumps. The dress was form fitted with mesh side panels and yes, I was saying something. No doubt something Cash wanted to hear.
He'd arranged for dinner to be prepared for us by Red Rooster's own Marcus Samuelson, which explained why the sweet aroma of cornbread filled my nostrils when I walked in through the doors. I was immediately struck by the stunning decor. The man clearly had style, but the design of the place definitely had the touch of a woman. From the Victorian light fixtures, to the brown and gold tulle draped from the ceiling, there were definitely some things, style wise, that would rival the knowledge of Queer Eye for The Straight Guy's Carson Kressley. Remnants from a past relationship, maybe? Truth be told, I would prefer that to him knowing too much about interior design. These days you gotta question everything. So I did.
"This place is amazing. Did you design it yourself?"
"Thank you. No, not all by myself. I had some input here and there but the vision of what I wanted was all mine."
"I'm glad. I aim to please. Shall we?"
He lead me over to a table set with candelabras and a bottle of red wine. Cash pulled out my seat for me and then went and sat down. As I looked at him across the table, I wondered what his story was. He'd been forthcoming with me, but my inquisitive female nature wanted to know more. He was little more than a perfect stranger. Part of his allure was his seductive mysteriousness, but as we got closer to becoming closer, I found my curiosity getting the best of me. Noticing my distraction, Cash said,
"Kyla? Are you here with me? Your thoughts seemed like they were adrift ever since you walked through the door. Is this too much? Do you not like it?"
"Of course I do. I like everything about it. And everything about you. That much I know. I just can't help but feel like things are too good to be true with us. And that scares me."
"Can I be honest? I feel that. Since we've been seeing each other there's an apprehension that you have when it comes to letting me in. And I understand."
"I do. Kyla, the night I met you, you'd been through hell. You'd been betrayed by the person closest to you. I don't expect you to up and trust another man so soon after. Trust is earned. I get that. And I don't have a problem working for it."
"See? Shit like this is what makes me say that you're too good to be true."
"Well let me spend my time proving to you that it only gets better." He raised his glass, and I followed suit.
"To trust?" he asked.
We clinked our glasses and toasted. Turned out there was a different sort of intimacy on the menu tonight. A better one.
To be continued...