“Sienna?” Blake asked with a breathtaking smile, clearly amused at my speechless state.
I blinked back a few times. “Sorry?”
“I was asking you a question, but it seems that you clearly did not hear me. I do wonder what was occupying your thoughts. Mind sharing it?”
Not really. Surely, I’m not the only woman who acts like a complete ninny around this man? He was just too much for any woman senses.
I blushed, beet red from head-to-foot. Seriously, why did I have to embarrass myself the first time I met him? Ugh!
“I, uh, well you’re, uh… I didn’t expect to find your eyes to be so, um…” I trailed off when he arched his brow. Hell, just f**king hell. “They’re very unique.”
That stupid answer made him smile at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. “You can stare at them for as long as you want. I don’t mind the attention.”
WTF! “No thanks, I’m not hitting on you. I’m with someone.”
“I really do not understand the bloody term ‘hitting on you’, but yes, I do know that you’re with someone. Does he make you happy?” Odd question to ask someone you just met.
Kyle. I totally forgot about him for the first time in a few hours. Surely, that’s a bad sign?
“Yes, Kyle’s amazing! He’s my childhood best friend, but we started dating only a couple of years back, and it’s been marvelous. He’s a great man.”
Blake nodded and murmured, “Quite the lucky man this Kyle.”
Since I had no response to that, I just resorted back to finishing my entire glass of wine. I was more than relieved when Lucy and Toby came out of the other room that appears to have been a bedroom by the flushed looks and all the smiles.
Ha. Those two… all they did was make goo-goo eyes at each other all night.
After an hour of chitchat, I became comfortable in Blake’s presence. When he started to crack jokes, I warmed to him even more.
That was the beginning of our friendship.
We actually had a lot in common and he was quite happy about that. Seeing the comfortable side of him was much better than the smoldering side, for sure. I was less intimidated.
When he offered to take me around sightseeing, I didn’t even hesitate to say ‘yes’. We agreed to do it in two weeks time since he’s busy with his grandfather’s company.
When I mentioned it to Kyle, he seemed pissed off that I was friends with a guy, but he somewhat conceded when I told him that Blake has a lot of women and that he didn’t see me that way.
I have seen a couple of the women in the two weeks since meeting Blake, too. When all four of us had gone out to eat, he always managed to bring a date with him and the women he consorted himself with—gorgeous doesn’t even cover it because they were almost perfect. Blake goes for perfection and I am not in that category. After a week of convincing Kyle that Blake was simply a friend, he finally accepted it, reluctantly.
Blake and Toby were always in the apartment. There were times when I came out in the morning and all three would be having breakfast. Having people to trust and just be comfortable with, it felt like my little family, and I loved it. I also noted how Blake made me a perfect cup of coffee. He’s such a gentleman.
So, when that day rolled in for us to go sight-seeing, I was excited to hang out with him.
I made a quick dash to the mirror and checked my appearance. Yes, I looked like I could do some walking in the cold chilly air. When I came out of the building, I halted when I found Blake leaning against his black Vanquish. To be quite honest, each time I see him, I always get like this. Like he’s all I see… I guess because he’s just so f**king HOT. The list goes on from there…
“Ready, milady?” Blake grinned at me while his eyes twinkled.
Sigh, could he be any sexier? I am crushing on Blake so badly, but that’s my secret and not one I would share. Imagine if Blake ever found out? I could see him teasing me, amused and all.
No, thanks.
I gave him a shy smile since my thoughts were really not appropriate and especially since I’ve been in love with another man. “Yep, how long have you been waiting?” Blake’s smile vanished.
His voice was serious and husky when he spoke. “A bit, but I don’t mind waiting. Some things are worth waiting for.” I looked at him weird. His response did not make sense whatsoever. Instead of clarifying that, he just ushered me inside his car.
“Where are we heading?” I asked him as he maneuvered the car and joined London traffic.
Blake cocked his head sideways and winked at me. “You’ll see.”
Shit, f**k, shit. Stop making me blush damn it!
Not wanting to dwell on my stupid thoughts, I turned on the radio. After thirty minutes or so, we were somewhere around the airport.
Okay…
I tensed. “What are we doing in Gatwick?” He just smiled at me again.
“Blake?” I questioned, but he ignored me and swiftly parked the car in the garage. Once done, he opened the door. Before he rounded mine to open it, I did it myself.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises!” I exclaimed. Where the hell is he taking me?
“Come on, Miss Pouty. Your jet awaits.” Blake ushered me towards the gates.
Jet, what jet?
Blake handed two passports to the security people while I stared at him, shocked. Once they let us through, I glared at him. “You stole my passport!”
He chuckled. “No, I borrowed it. There’s a big difference, my sweet.” We went through another set of doors and into a private concierge area. From there, someone waited to greet us named Bart.
Okay, even if I was a little weirded out about everything, I must admit that I was impressed with the kind of power Blake held. The f**king man commanded power and everyone just seemed to bow to him. Must be nice to lead that kind of life…
Bart ushered us to a private jet and bid us a good afternoon. Inside, two pretty stewardesses greeted us and then the two pilots spoke to Blake for a bit. I didn’t speak until we were both seated across from each other.
“Where are you taking me, Blake? You promised to take me sight-seeing!”
Those dynamic eyes were amused as they twinkled. “I am taking you sight-seeing in Paris. When you agreed to let me take you, you never once asked where.”
“God, don’t you do anything in small measures?” I was back to glaring at him again. Although, I was excited to see Paris for the first time, I wasn’t going to let him get off the hook that easily.