Page 67 of Breaking Point
The sight of her steals my breath away.
Stunning doesn’t cover it.
Beautiful barely scratches the surface.
And gorgeous isn’t enough for how radiantly she glows.
I’m staring, and I can feel a blush creeping its way up my neck until I realize that she’s staring too. I’ll admit, I tried hard to look nice, more than nice hopefully in her eyes. With black jeans and a navy blue button-down shirt, I want her to like what she sees.
“Looks like you beat me to the punch before I could knock.”
Her cheeks flush. “Honestly, I thought men stopped knocking on doors.”
My grin widens. “Not this one.”
“Clearly,” she drawls as she bites her cheek.
Trailing my eyes down the length of her body, I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous she is but also how cold she will be.
Fuck my life.
Clearing my throat, I hand over the flowers. Fake date or not, when I drove past the store selling them outside and saw the pink lilies blooming, I instantly thought of her.
“I really hope I don’t sound like an ass…”
Her brow quirks. “I’m interested to see where you go with this.”
A bubble of laughter ruptures out of my chest as I bite my lower lip. “I should have texted you, but we’re going to be outside most of the night. Are your legs going to get cold? I have a blanket in my car I can carry around.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh! The blanket is thoughtful, but no, just give me a moment.” She shoves the lilies back in my hand and spins, only to rush back and grab them gently from my palm. “I’ll take these inside, thank you.”
Before the last of her words are even out of her mouth, the door is slamming shut in my face.
Her house is nice. I’m honestly a little disappointed I can’t come inside and see her style and how she likes to live. Although I suppose this is what she was talking about with boundaries.
Despite how sexy her lean legs looked in the boots and the smoky eye look she has going on…she is unfortunately still my assistant.
While I wait, I turn my car on, warming up the seats for her.
I make it back to the porch in time as she steps out with something sheer and black on her legs. Stockings? Honestly, I’m not sure. I may be up to date on women’s rights, but I’m further behind on clothing. My head cocks to the side as I try to figure out what it?—
“See something you like?”
“Everything,” I answer truthfully.
A smile spreads across her cherry-red lips. “An honest man, it seems.”
“Always. I was taught honesty is the best policy.”
Her brow quirks as she struts past me. “Can you teach that to the rest of the male population?”
As fierce as fire, my blood roars in my ears at the idea of Bella going on a date with another man that I’d have to “teach” that particular lesson to. But her heels are clicking along the driveway and her hips are swaying so I snap myself out of it, open my passenger door for her, and remind myself once again that this is not real.
Something tells me I’m going to drive myself mad with that four-letter word—fake.
Rounding the hood of my truck, I slide into the driver’s seat and am greeted with a citrus scent that feels like it dances along my skin.
I hope my truck smells like her for days.
