Page 20 of Chandelier Enthralled
He opened the front door and escorted me around the front of the house toward his garage.
“Can I borrow the BMW?”
“Already borrowed.”
“Oh, okay. Who by?”
“A friend.” He smiled. “You can borrow the Rolls.”
Within a minute, he’d driven the Ghost out of the garage. He climbed out and held the door open for me. “Here you go.”
The car was huge.
I peered into his vast garage looking for something else to drive. I saw a Jeep, a Mercedes, and something sporty parked in the back, along with a motorbike in the corner.
“Do you ride that?” I asked.
“Sometimes.”
I was vaguely aware that the front gate was swinging open. A man’s silhouette walked through, which was strange because most people drove everywhere in this town.
I turned back to the Rolls. “I can’t drive this. What if someone sees me behind the wheel and assumes I don’t need the job.”
“The Ghost is bulletproof.”
“Stop!” I punched his arm. “And stop telling me what to do. I’m twenty-seven.”
Cameron frowned as he peered over my shoulder. He leaned into the car and killed the engine, as though sensing a delay was necessary.
A man strolled toward us, his tuxedo disheveled and dark hair ruffled; but that scruffy look was super sexy on him.
Oh, God.It was the guy from last night—the one from the foyer. And this was his dramatic return. He was strolling toward us seemingly without a care in the world. In the daylight, he was even more gorgeous, his eyes dreamy and his smile dreamier.
“Someone was out all night,” I mumbled.
Cameron looked pissed off with him. “Where’s my car?”
Why was I always attracted to the ones who oozed charisma. As though sensing my reaction, his lips curved slowly into a smile, a tantalizing mixture of mischief and mystery, as if he were silently daring me to unravel a secret no one else had dared to do.
My pulse thundered, an electric current coursing through my veins as this enigmatic man grew closer. A radiant heat burned my cheeks, and my fingertips tingled, awakening something vulnerable inside me. Opening my handbag, I pretended to rummage around in there as though not interested in the mystery man. “I’m going to be late.”
I glanced up and saw his intense gaze land on my brother.
“Is this Greyson?” I whispered.
“Willa.” Cameron gestured for me to get in the car.
I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to hide inside the Rolls and miss the fun.
I wasn’t sure who to blame, the guy who’d lost the BMW or Cameron for lending it out.
The tall figure had a magnetic pull that forced people to notice him. It was his silent intensity, an allure that tugged at my curiosity, igniting a forbidden desire that felt intoxicating. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Unlike most other people, he didn’t appear intimidated by Cameron.
Greyson gave me a polite nod and then faced Cameron. “I ran into a snag.”
Cameron gave him a knowing look. “You left it there?”
