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[The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.]
"What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?"...
❝Heavy words are hard to take Under pressure precious things can break And how we feel is hard to fake So let's not give the game away.❞
Chapter Eleven: A Partnership Proposal (cont'd)
Too caught up in my mood of resentment, it took me a while to notice that the outside surroundings were nowhere near the outlook of my neighborhood. For one, there wasn't any traffic. The car was rolling along smoothly on a quiet, more tranquil road with more than enough space to accommodate for its passengers. My eyes widened as I made out the reason. We were on an interstate road.
"What the hell?" I whirled around, my hair whipping back against the seat. I felt Hans' hand immediately come to rest on my thigh, stilling me. That didn't calm my nerves one bit, it only fired them up. "I asked you to take me home. Where the hell are-" My voice died out in my throat as I looked past Hans and out the glass. Multicolored lights reflected off the still, clear waters of the vast river. I could make out the sound of laughter and excited whispers, of families and children. Turning around, my mouth nearly fell open at the sight.
We were at National Harbor, one of the great attractions I had been pinning my hopes on visiting since the day I'd started planning my move to Washington. It was a trip I had been hoping to make with Helena on one of our days off from work. I guess it hadn't come soon enough as Hans had beat me here. I would have been a little more curious on why the hell he'd brought me to National Harbor of all places, but I was too enraptured in my fascination to even question him as he got out the car and swiftly walked over to my side to open my door for me.
Words were exchanged between Hans and his trusty driver. My ears tuned them out as I stared openly at the sight in front of me. Families and couples flocked the area which was populated with restaurants and booths. There seemed to be some kind of event going on tonight and I placed it for a culinary fair, judging by the banners and the aromatic spices that waded through the air.
To my left was the waterfront, and the marina that Tim had told me so much about over one particular lunch. He was saving up to get his own boat one day to dock it in the area, and although I hadn't been paying attention to the amount of extravagant detail he had gone into, I could see why he so badly loved it here. It was magical. But the best part about all this wasn't the serenity of the Potomac River, the buzz of life from its visitors who swamped the restaurants and various facilities, and not even the carousel I could make out that lit up several colors in the peaceful night. It was the Capital Wheel.
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We were close enough to make out the astounding view of the giant Ferris wheel on the pier not too far away. Hundreds upon hundreds of LED lights flickered in the night sky, casting dancing illuminations along the still waters of the Potomac River which the pier extended into.
"Wow."
I felt Hans' presence behind me, and sure enough, he gently took hold of my elbow to steer me closer to him as he bent low and whispered in my ear, "I take it this is your first time."
