better.”
“ I bow to your superior knowledge, if only I had someone older and wiser to guide me through the labyrinth of university do’s and don’ts.”
Darren shot her a sexy look but didn ’t respond to her bating.
They walked to the parkin g lot behind the bookstore towards his Jeep Wrangler. He lifted all of the bags into the back with the fluid motions of his strong arms, then walked to the passenger side and opened the door for Samantha. His jeep was lifted and a little awkward for her to climb into in her short skirt, but he’d already seen everything, and she was dying to get home so she climbed in. Never before had she longed for her work boots and jeans as she did right now.
Darren walked around the front of the jeep to his side and cl imbed in. He started the engine while Samantha buckled her seatbelt.
“ So, where do you live?”
“ Honestly I am not sure what the address is, but I know how to get there.”
“ Point the way,” he said as he pulled out of the parking lot and followed her directions.
“ So, are you from here or are you a college transplant like me?” she asked.
“ I’m from Bellingham.”
“ No Western for you?” she inquired. Western, Central, and Eastern Washington University were three other State universities in Washington. Honestly, they weren’t much in the form of rivals to U-Dub and Wazzu, but if you didn’t get into one of the two big one’s you still had a place to go.
“ Nah, once I graduated I was itching to get out of town. I considered Wazzu, but Pullman is too small of a community. No wonder it’s considered a party school, there’s nothing else to do there but drink and have sex.”
Samantha blushed at his admission, everyone knew it was so, but few ever stated it so bluntly.
“Right here,” Samantha pointed to her driveway. He turned in, and then parked the jeep. She removed her seatbelt and turned towards him in the seat. “I really appreciate all of your help today. I have no idea how I would have made it home without dying of mortification, or my arms falling off from carrying all those books.”
Darren killed the engine, and then both of them got out of the jeep. He walked around to the back, and reached in, removing her bags. Samantha tried to take them from him, but he shook his head no, “Lead the way; I’ll take them in for you.”
Turni ng, she quickly led the way up the stairs into her apartment.
Darren set the books on the floor inside the door and glanced around, the room had a feminine edge to it though it wasn’t overly girly like some of the other apartments he had been in the first two years of college. He didn’t see any Anne Geddes photos of babies dressed like bumblebees haphazardly perched on oversized flowers, or any life-sized posters of Robert Pattinson as a sparkly vampire. That was a telling sign and spoke highly of her sophistication.
“ Would you like to come in?” Samantha asked after he set her books down. “I can offer you a glass of water.” She chuckled before responding, “I haven’t gone grocery shopping since arriving yesterday, so I don’t have much else.”
Darren stepped f urther into her apartment, “That’s alright, water is perfect, and you know how thirsty a man can get carrying all the books for pretty ladies.”
“ Oh, you carry books for all the girls do you?” she questioned over her shoulder as she filled a glass with water.
H e had sat down on her couch and was assessing the room when she handed him the glass. He took it from her, drank a few gulps, and then asked, “What time shall I pick you up for dinner?”
“ Oh, are we going tonight? I wasn’t sure what day you intended.” Samantha sat upon the edge of the couch at the far side from where he was, careful to pull her skirt over her legs. She sat holding her own glass of water.
“ Well by the looks of your sparse kitchen, today is as good as any other.”
Samantha glanced around her t hen responded, “I guess