Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance (5 page)

"He did." Kyla could not resist giggling.

"Oh Kyla, he is so cute. I knew that the two of you would hit it off."

One of her employees was waving at her from the office window. "Look, don't go ordering the wedding cake or anything. It's probably just dinner and a movie. But I'm looking forward to it. He's going to pick me up, tonight at seven."

"I love it. Well, tell me how everything goes."

"I will. Look, I have to get in to work. I'll call you later."

Kyla walked into the office, thinking of what she should wear tonight. She had to find the perfect outfit. First impressions meant everything. Second and third impressions sealed the deal. And for the first time since Dirk had left, she really wanted to seal the deal.

*

The evening was warm and muggy so Kyla opted to wear a sleeveless blouse with ruffles in the front and a pair of culottes and sandals.

Landon was punctual, a fact that Kyla appreciated. When she opened her door, his face lit up as if he’d just been given a gift. "You look great, Kyla."

"Thank you. Not too bad yourself."

Landon was dressed in a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a dress shirt. The shirt was fitted well enough that she could see the span of his shoulders, and when he moved to lead her down the walk, his muscles bunched and flexed attractively.

She fully expected Landon to walk her over to a big bodied pick-up truck. Instead, he walked her to a convertible red sports car.

"Whoa. This is pretty sexy," Kyla said.

Landon closed the door as she sat down in the passenger seat. "I like it enough. Only question for you is, are you okay with the top down?"

Kyla considered her hair style. It was back in a ponytail and she could easily comb her long tresses back in place if she needed to after their drive.

She decided to live a little. "Top down. Let's go."

Landon smiled and removed the top. The sun was still shining, so Kyla popped on her shades and sat back to enjoy the ride. She was curious about whatever surprise Landon might have cooked up for their date. Every now and then he looked over at her while he drove, but he didn’t say anything. He fascinated her. He seemed shy, but he’d wanted to take charge of their date tonight. What other little puzzles would she find with Landon?

“So where are we going tonight?” she asked.

“I can hear the event planner in you already,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I promise, you’re going to like it, and I’ve got everything worked out.”

“There’s no way I can convince you to give up your secret?”

He shifted slightly in his seat. “I bet you’re very persuasive.”

“Oh, I can be.”

He grinned. “Persuade me later. Right now, I have a surprise for you.”

She pouted, but she liked that she hadn’t been able to manipulate him. She didn’t need a push-over in her life.

He turned the music up and they hit the highway. Soon, they were out of the city and headed towards the outskirts. Once they passed the suburbs, the highway only led out of town toward Bayou Meroux. Tupelo and cypress trees jutted from the damp earth, and if possible, the air became even more humid.

Kyla remembered coming to the bayou a few times as a child. Her mother liked to come to the bayou from time to time to get jams and preserves from an old lady that lived there. When Kyla was eight, the lady had passed away and they hadn’t been back since.

Landon interrupted her thoughts. "I hope you don't mind a little trip to the bayou."

"Not at all. It’s been a long time since I came out here."

As they drove across the bridge, the scenery became more and more rural. Kyla realized she’d become very used to living in the city, and here, she felt out of place. Kyla wondered if much had changed since she’d last seen Bayou Meroux. Pretty sure that things looked about the same, she settled back in the seat and focused on the music and the ride, and on Landon’s strong hands circling the steering wheel. She decided that there was beauty in change and in doing something completely different than what she was used to doing.

When there was finally an exit, Landon pulled off the highway. A gas station squatted beneath some towering, thick-trunked trees, but there didn’t seem to be anything else for miles.

Suddenly, she felt a thread of fear unfurl in her stomach. Sure, Jess knew she was out on a date with Landon, but nobody had any details. Why had she trusted him, anyway? She’d thought she could trust Dirk, but he’d broken her heart. What if she was trusting Landon, and he could do something much, much worse?

She thought of her phone in her purse, and thinking of her phone reminded her of that article Jess had sent, about the werewolves near Bayou Meroux. What if Landon was bringing her to them? He couldn’t be a werewolf himself—she’d read all about them, how they had hairy faces and hands, how they couldn’t stand to eat proper, cooked food and only dined on flesh. Landon’s face was well-groomed, his hands were hairless, and she’d eaten pastries with him. But what if he wanted to leave her out here in the bayou, like an offering?

Nothing but the hum of the engine and the music settled between them. She looked over and Landon was intently staring at the road.

“Why are you afraid?” he asked quietly.

“I, uh. I’m fine.” Kyla ran her hands through her hair and then decided to just let it be until they stopped completely.

He drove slowly down the open road. “It’s okay, cher.” He reached over and touched her hand, almost to see if she would reject him or not. She found herself clutching his fingers, just hoping everything was going to be all right.

He continued, “I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I can tell you’re freaking out. I’m taking you to my family property. My aunt and cousin are at a party tonight, but they’ll be around later. If you’re worried, you can text a friend with my address.”

A wave of relief washed through Kyla. “No, I think I’m just not used to being in control, and my imagination was running away with me. I started thinking maybe you were some kind of monster.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Monster or not, I’d never hurt you.”

Coming to a dirt road, they drove through the overhanging Spanish moss and a large house came into view. The mansion was white, with two stories and a wraparound porch on both levels. Kyla nearly swooned. It was completely beautiful, just as the plantations of the Old South were known to be.

Kyla wondered if she was dreaming. "You live here?"

"It's my family's home. My cousin Carolina lives here with me, as well as my aunt.”

She noticed that he hadn’t mentioned his parents, but Kyla decided not to ask. If he wanted to talk about them, he’d bring them up.

"It's breathtaking." The antebellum architecture was stunning. With so many acres of land, Kyla thought she would get lost if she ever lived in a place so expansive.

"Thank you. I’ll give you a tour sometime. For now, though, come on around. I have something set up for us in the back yard."

She followed him as he led her on a path around to the back of the home. It opened up to a back yard with the Meroux River meandering past. There was more Spanish moss and lush green grass. A gazebo and a covered sitting area with a fire pit rounded out the rest of the yard.

"I thought that maybe we could have a little dinner out here and get to know one another."

He
had
thought this out—Kyla was impressed. "That would be wonderful."

Landon touched her in the small of her back as he led her deeper into the yard. A wicker basket and a blanket were in the middle of the lawn, with candles set up on flat rocks surrounding the makeshift picnic area.

"I thought that it would be nice right here," he said.

She was ready to get to know exactly who Landon was. His shy demeanor that was sometimes usurped by his assertive nature was something that made her want to know more about him.

Landon flipped the blanket open and spread it out on the ground. Carefully setting the basket on top, he beckoned for her to come over and take a seat.

"Thank you," she said, smoothing the space as she sat down.

"I hope you enjoy the food," Landon paused. "As well as the company."

"I’m already enjoying the company,” she said shyly. “The food’s just a bonus."

Landon opened a bottle of wine and offered her some.

“Thank you,” she said, holding out her glass. "Landon, I feel like we talked so much about me when we last met. I don't want you to think that I wanted all of the spotlight. Please tell me more about you."

"Well," Landon began as he poured a glass of wine for himself, "I’ve lived around here all of my life. I love it here. This is where my family has resided for generations."

She sipped her wine. "You didn’t really mention your parents."

"No, I didn’t." His answer was blunt, leaving her no room to ask anything else.

Kyla took that cue to move the conversation in another direction.

"So, you were saying that you live here with your cousin. Jess tells me that the two of them are pretty good friends."

Landon seemed a bit more willing to talk about that subject. "Carolina and I grew up as close as siblings. For our whole lives, we’ve done almost everything together. But now she goes to school in the city. Takes some college courses and hates the drive back and forth, so she spends more time in the city than out here. I miss her being here every day, but she's going after what she wants in life. My aunt kind of putters around and does what she wants. When my parents moved into another house, it was Aunt Delia who suggested that I stay here with her and Carolina."

"What a lucky man. This place is amazing. It must have been hard when your parents decided to leave. I would have probably moved in with family to stay here as well."

There was a brief silence and Kyla wished she could take back her words. He obviously didn’t want to talk about his parents. She couldn’t help being curious, but maybe he’d share more after he’d gotten to know and trust her better.

The sky had darkened, and their picnic was lit by stars above and candles below. She hated to look too eager, but Kyla was desperate to take away the lonely look on Landon’s face.

"So what do you do for fun out here?" Kyla asked.

"Fishing. Crocodile watching and hunting. When I need to clear my head, I like to take the boat out on the water."

“Really?” she said. “That sounds like fun.”

“I’m glad you said so.” He winked at her in the candlelight. “Because now that we’re all done eating, I have the next surprise for you.”

She loved that he’d come around again. She’d just have to avoid asking him too many personal questions until he was ready to share more.

Maybe if she shared more of herself, he’d trust her. But no…something wouldn’t let her tell him about how she’d been hurt. While he felt more special than any guy she’d dated since Dirk, she couldn’t put herself out there and declare her intentions so recklessly. Caution was the way to go.

“So what’s the next surprise?” she asked.

He pointed toward the docks. "How would you like to go for a ride along the river?"

Kyla leaned over to look at the boat. Landon’s gaze left her face, and she sat up suddenly. She’d just given him a clear view of her full bosom peeking from her ruffled shirt. She felt her face get hot. “Is it safe?” she asked.

He cleared his throat. “Woman, I don’t think anything is ever one hundred percent safe. Sometimes you have to take a risk.”

"I guess we’re both taking a chance here."

He nodded. "Let's go."

They quickly packed up the remains of their picnic. Then he held out his hand for Kyla to help her up off the blanket.

He helped her step down onto the boat, then showed her the cushioned seat he’d readied for her. There was another bottle of wine, chilling in a bucket, with two glasses nearby. He flipped on a radio, and soft oldies music played.

The river banks were expansive, with other houses on the far side. In order to get to his next neighbor, he would have to take the boat to their dock. She loved how private his residence was. Wouldn't it be so nice to live on the river? Kyla thought. She envisioned herself lying on the dock, sunbathing before she took her own boat for a spin.

“You ready?” Landon asked.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” Kyla said, settling into her seat.

"Well then, let's hit the water."

Landon released the boat from the docks and they were off.

*

Being in the open air and at one with the water and nature was just what Kyla needed. She watched as Landon steered expertly. His confidence reminded her of how her uncle and her father used to take her on their small fishing boat and they would go up to the lake and fish for hours on end.

"You’re smiling."

It wasn’t until Landon pointed it out, that Kyla noticed that she was grinning so hard her cheeks hurt. "Yes,” she said dreamily, “I am. I was just thinking about how I used to go out on the lake and go fishing with my father and my uncle. I was my father's only child and when I didn’t turn out to be a boy, he still promised himself that I would learn all that he would have taught his son.”