Chapter 14

“A reservation?” Kyle repeated as he looked at his clothes. “Clement, what kind of dinner is this going to be? My clothes—”

“—are fine,” Clement interrupted while pointing at himself. “I’m not dressed up either. Don’t worry. We will be okay.”

“Okay,” Kyle mumbled out, failing to hide the tone of uncertainty in his voice.

His nervousness grew as he and Clement approached a limousine in the parking lot. He was about to open the door when he heard a soft purring sound. Then the door slid to the side on its own. He gasped as he stepped inside. There was a mini bar and fridge on one side of the car, a television right behind the driver’s seat, and comfortable, leather seats on the other side of the car, which seemed more like a long couch to him. He was speechless. Clement was absolutely out of his league. He turned toward Clement once they were seated, and the door of the car closed automatically. He almost held his breath when Clement pecked him on his lips.