Page 79 of Chandelier Enthralled
“My point exactly.”
“Why won’t you see me again?”
“Are you begging, Willa? How provocative.”
I looked away. “That is the last time you will ever kiss me.”
With a low voice he said, “That’s the best decision you’ve ever made.”
“What now?” I whispered.
“I take you home.”
Greyson walked away, pushing the button for the elevator. The doors opened, offering my escape.
I joined him inside and the elevator took us back down to the foyer.
The tempestuous blaze that had consumed me beyond all measure was suddenly over, extinguished in the wake of his ferocity. I couldn’t grasp where I had gone wrong. Perhaps I had asked the wrong questions, or maybe I had asked the right ones.
Regardless, our passionate kiss had forever changed me in ways I couldn’t even fathom.
We waited for Henry’s arrival at Prima.
Cameron had chosen a chic restaurant not far from home, celebrated for its culinary artistry and impeccable décor. I could see why he liked it. This place offered an effortless blend of styles.
Vaguely, I recalled Chloe mentioning how hard it was to get a table. Clearly, they’d had an opening.
At the end of the room sat a stage drenched in a golden glow from thousands of fake flickering candles.
“What’s that for?” I said, taking in the mystical lighting that literally set the stage for a dreamy performance.
“It’s a surprise.” Cameron winked. “Update me on what’s been going on with you.”
“Oh, you know. Nothing special.”
Other than kissing Greyson in a deserted hotel last night. A friend of Cameron’s, no less, and someone who was more mysterious than the place we’d hung out in briefly. The grand hotel stood there, poised and eager, as if it were a living, breathing creature, desperate for the buzz of human presence to stir its silence.
Greyson had used a keycard to enter the hotel, and him guiding me into the foyer had added a mixture of mystery and danger to the evening, very much like him.
It made him addictive.
“You’re keeping something from me.” Cameron’s mischievous curiosity was endearing.
His chestnut eyes were like a high-definition lens, cutting straight through the fluff and into the heart of what mattered, effortlessly unraveling my complex emotions. His insight was anything but ordinary.
My very secrets could be laid bare without me speaking a word.
Cameron had always been a vision of haunting grace, sporting those impeccably cut bespoke suits. With this one, it seemed the fabric caressed his toned frame with an ethereal fluidity.
I brushed my fingers over the cuff.
“Ted Baker.” Cameron said, having read my mind.
My brother made an art out of scrutiny.
Although it hardly needed adjusting, I smoothed the fabric of my deep blue dress. The simple design hugged my figure perfectly, as Ralph Lauren’s creations always did.
Fearing my body language would give me away, I stilled my hands because any second, I would be asked why I was late coming home last night—after I’d driven his car to Manhattan Beach.
