Braxton--Limo

Normally, on the car ride back to my home from work, when I bother to go there instead of staying in my apartment close to the office, I am busy working. Either I am on the phone making deals, or I’m checking emails. But tonight, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is sitting next to me, and even though there’s plenty of space between us and it is obvious she is nervous, I would rather have her here than anyone else in the world.

At this time of the evening, after rush hour is over, there’s not a lot of traffic, but it still takes almost forty minutes to get to my house. While we ride, I attempt to ask Julia a few questions, but she is not in a chatty mood. I think it is because she is nervous and decide to leave her be. I wish she didn’t feel that way. I hope I have made myself clear that nothing will happen unless she wants it to.

We pull up to the gate outside of my residence, and the driver presses a button in the car that sends the iron gate opening, soundlessly. I am not a f