Capítulo 8: You're in My Head, Bruce

"The night is young, Ciara, and it is all yours." Ciara said to herself quite loudly as some form of pep talk while she returned her phone which she'd recently brought out of her bag.

She raised her head to look towards the road, and a black Jaguar of class and grandeur whose floodlights appeared cinematic, revved confidently and pulled over a few feet away from her.

"Oh, no. Is this..?" While Ciara's head was in a wonder as to whether or not this car belonged to Bruce, he stepped out of the car and headed towards her with majestic steps that she deemed fit for the fashion runway than the classy bar's coal tar.

"Be careful. Watch your head." Bruce said as he put his hand over her head to help her avoid any hits from the top of the door which he opened for her.

For Ciara, all of these was a dream she couldn't afford to have too many of, so she was speechless as she basked in every spectacular moment. Ciara was seated in the car while Bruce shut the door for her and turned to come in, too.

This car was by far the best ride she'd ever been offered or freely given by her many rich suitors in the past. The windows were tinted and inside the car was a scent she'd gladly drown in, coupled with the multi-coloured light set-up that was attractive to behold.

Ciara, who was 23 and single, had had more fortunate flings than relationships, so she was always open to giving a chance to any guy with a vibe and aura she found worthy.

"Let's go for a late night swim." Bruce said while he started the car, without an iota of second-guessing in his pitch and that was more than enough to get Ciara to nod her head in concurrence.

"Resume playlist." Bruce said to his AI sensitive car while he drove away from the bar and on to wherever they were headed.

As the car's mind- bending speakers boomed and softly penetrated into every living, breathing part of her body via vibrations, Ciara looked at his face which was relaxed and hot at the same time.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as the Aaryan Shah type." She said with a beaming face of surprise.

"Well, I am full of surprises, and so are you." Bruce said as he turned his face from the road to look at her face.

He placed his left hand on the wheel, and slowly slid his right hand from the wheel and on to her gown, which was now away from her knee by a number of inches. Her thighs were a little lighter than caramel and this was a delight for Bruce's eyes.

"You're no longer wet." Bruce said with a bit of surprise dripping from his voice while he took his fingers away from the spot right above her warm thighs which was wet earlier by the margarita incident at the bar.

If there was ever a time to be wet, for Ciara, this was it. Bruce had messed with the neuro-chemicals in her head and the hormones in her body so bad that all her brain could think of was the many ways to devour him and have him this very instant. Ciara didn't know how much more of this sexual teasing and deep-penetrating mental strokes of Bruce that she could take.

"So, Ciara, what do you do?" Bruce asked as he turned his face to her quickly before returning his gaze to the road.

"I'm a Political Science major and a Pysch minor at NYU." Ciara said as she looked at the TV screen that was fixed in the dashboard of the car.

Bruce was too focused on the turn he was making to give her a response.

This car certainly didn't come cheap, so she wondered what job he was into. Bruce intervened to help her curiosity while she was summoning enough courage to ask.

"I am into business. I run a company, or a chain of companies." Bruce said to the not-too surprised Ciara who already believed that he was definitely some big-shot in whatever it was that he must have been into.

After a while of driving characterized by not many words besides the music in the background, they were here. This view was breath-taking and Ciara could no longer keep her cool about the marvellous view of the mansion whose gates opened widely as Bruce talked.

"Open the gates." Bruce uttered with audacity that wasn't derived from pride and this melted Ciara's mind, or at least, whatever was left of it.

"Whoa! Is there where you confess to me that you're really Batman and Alfred is waiting around somewhere to collect my coat?" Ciara asked with what didn't feel like humour but genuine curiosity.

"AhhAHHAN." Bruce laughed out loud, the loudest he'd made all night as he parked the car beside the blue colour- emitting swimming pool that bubbled with smokes of warmth.

He stepped out of the car and headed to the right side to open the door for Ciara whose mouth was barely fully closed as she took in every gush of this atmosphere of grandeur.

"Wanna go in for that swim now?" Bruce asked as he helped her out and shut the car's door behind her.

Ciara looked around and the whole building was lit with bold fluorescent lights and she revelled in its beauty and couldn't pay much attention to Bruce's words or his charm.

Bruce was used to this speechless reaction that described Ciara in this moment, as almost every one of the girls he'd brought over to his house had this experience or something of this sort. Bruce, not giving much audience to her presence, put off his clothes, all of it, and walked into the pool, with his body, except from his upper chest all to his head, dangling within the warmth the water offered.

"Aren't you going to come in?" Bruce asked Ciara who was gradually sobering off from the ecstasy the building's beauty filled her with.

"I'll be right in there." Ciara said with her back turned to Bruce while she spoke.

Ciara turned to Bruce, and she saw his body, in its god-like nakedness, and this was by far God's greatest masterpiece as she stared so deeply at him, from his hair, his muscular chest, his rigid and firm shoulders and whatever other view of what was beneath the water that she couldn't see clearly.