"Where's your car?" I ask. His glee is evident with his wide grin as he takes out a set of car keys and clicks a button; a set of headlights flash on a nearby sleek black Ferrari. This man and his cars, he's always a showman.
"One of my favorites, since the weather is still nice, I thought we might take this one. The roof pops down." He opens the passenger door for me and gestures for me to hand him my backpack. I slide it off my shoulder and roll my eyes as I pass it to him.
"You do love your cars, don't you, Mr. Whitlock." I smirk as I slide my body down into the seat as smoothly as I can. It's not so easy based on how low the car is to the ground. I hear the trunk of the car being opened as my bag is deposited in there before Rhodes effortlessly slides into the driver's seat. He looks at me with a cheeky grin as the engine loudly roars to life, shocking not only me but a couple of students walking nearby by the volume of it. Rhodes seems to get a kick out of it, so I won't ruin his moment by telling him how the noise could have possibly shattered my eardrums. A small crowd seems to gather as Rhodes quickly pulls out of the parking lot and pulls into the traffic on the main road. It's quite a fast car, but Rhodes seems to be in complete control.
"How has school been?" Rhodes asks, placing a hand on my thigh. It's only when he does this sort of thing that I wish I was wearing a skirt. I normally hate skirts on account of my pasty thighs, but I just wish his hands were touching my bare skin. Swallowing that thought quickly, I nod my head.
"It's okay; we had the most boring lecturer today, though. He put about half of the class to sleep," I explain as I look down at Rhodes's hands; his nails are perfectly manicured, not a cut or a speck of dirt in sight. I wonder if he gets them professionally done; mine could no doubt use a touch-up.
"Well, that sucks," Rhodes lets out a soft chuckle as he takes a left turn, his hand still on my thigh.
"It's not so bad," I respond quickly. I don't want him to get any bright ideas about offering to pay for my university fees again, so I switch topics. "How was your lunch? Was it some kind of business meeting or something?" I ask. He's quiet for a moment before he responds.
"No, uh, quite the opposite actually. My mum was in town, so I took her to lunch." Oh, I like this avenue of conversation. I remember him mentioning that he had a mum and a sister, but I haven't been able to get him to talk about them that much. I've got to walk this line carefully, though; I don't want to spook him.