Page 41 of Bookworm
Which was good because I think he had a much more posh idea of what my life in London was like than was true. The nicest outfit I owned was right here hanging in my bathroom as I took a shower because I was hoping the steam would erase the wrinkles from being packed in a bag for the duration of a seven hour flight.
I finished in the shower, blow-dried my hair, and swiped on a little makeup before pulling the gray and black leather dress over my head.
I turned around in the mirror, pretty happy with what I saw. It was cute, funky, playful… and not too fancy.
Just like me.
At six-thirty sharp, there was a light knock at my door. I opened it to find Adam standing there, hair still shower-damp, but looking like he stepped right out of GQ’s college edition.
Did GQ have a college edition where they featured eligible professor bachelors? If they didn’t, then they should. Because Adam looked downright sexy in his crisp blue shirt, camel colored blazer, and jeans.
My eyes fell to his sleeves and I audibly gasped at the sight of leather elbow patches. “Just for you,” he winked. “I know you have a thing for elbow patches.”
I did. I really did. Especially on Adam. My heart gave a tender jab against my ribs at the fact that he knew me so well.
Seeing him standing there, so perfectly handsome and put together reminded me of how unfair the world was. I’d just spent over an hour getting ready for this date, whereas Adam probably rolled out of the shower ten minutes ago and looked like a damn professional model.
“Uh… are you okay?” Adam asked.
A good thirty seconds passed of me just standing there staring at Adam. It was a wonder that I managed to keep myself from drooling.
I tore my eyes away from him and busied myself with grabbing my purse, jamming my wallet, keys, lip gloss, and phone into the bag. “Yep,” I said.
His breath skimmed across my neck, gooseflesh lifting along my skin as he whispered, “You sure you don’t want to take a picture? It’ll last longer.”
When I dared a glance back at him, his dimple appeared as a knowing grin curved on his mouth.
“Good idea.” Looking up from my purse, phone still in hand, I called his bluff and snapped a quick picture of him standing there grinning.
His cocky grin morphed into one of shock and I arched my brow, challenging him to argue with me.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said with a shake of his head.
“You told me to. I’m nothing if not obedient.”
He snorted at that comment. “Obedient? You?”
“Don’t worry,” I said, exaggerating my calming tone. “I won’t post it anywhere online. It’s simply going into my personal spank bank.”
With a snort, he shook his head. “You’re insane.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d been affectionately called crazy. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time I was called that by Adam. Even still, it made me pause. “I was never insane except upon occasions that my heart was touched.”
Adam blinked slowly, holding my gaze for a long, slow breath. “Edgar Allen Poe,” he said.
I gave a nod. “That’s right. And I think it’s clear… I’ve been looking for love in Alderaan places.”
“Me too,” Adam said, opening my front door and holding it for me. “That’s why I now fly …Solo.” He grinned at his own pun which I had to admit, was pretty quick on his feet. Not as good as my Alderaan pun, but still.
“Solo, huh? So then, should I just order some takeout tonight?—?”
He snaked his arm around my waist pulling me flush to his body. “Don’t you dare. Tonight, you’re mine.”
“So youwereSolo… but tonight you’re Skywalker?”
He shook his head slowly. “There’s no way I’m Skywalker.”
“Why’s that?”
