Page 84 of Under Her Skin
Lexi walks out with their baby, Zakk on her hip. Her long legs clad in a pair of pink shorts and a little, white T-shirt hugs her toned body. She’s a true beauty all the way through. Max tells a story about how she was when they first met and I have a devil of a time believing theman.
He said she was a nerdy girl hidden behind owlish glasses and hid her spectacular figure beneath clothes too big for her. I just can’t believe that. She takes long strides towards us and gives me ahug.
“I’m so happy you all arehere.”
Peyton pullsthe baby out of his car seat and gives Lexi ahug.
“Thanks for inviting us.” She holds our son out to Lexi. “Wanna trade? I have to give my Zakkie Poo a kiss and hug. I missed the little monkeybutt.”
Lexi takes Pax in her arms and coos at him, “Who’s the pretty babyboy?”
He giggles and grabs a handful of her long, blonde hair. Lexi smiles at Rachelle who’s made it out of thechopper.
“Good! You were able to make it. I’m so glad. Our house manager and chef, Hilda, is dying to get to cook with you this weekend. It’s all she can talk about, getting to cook with someone who’s training at the culinary arts program atUCLA.”
“It’ll be an honor to get some of her training. She’s a fantastic cook from what Kip and Peyton have told me about her.” Rachelle says as she runs her hand over Zane’s head. He reaches up to take herhand.
“You’re really pretty,” he tells her. “Do you have aboyfriend?”
She giggles. “Thank you and no. You interested,Zane?”
He laughs and blushes. “Maybe.”
We all laugh as we goinside.
Looks like Rachelle’s finally found aman!
Blake
A boisterous bunch of people walk into Max’s mansion, led by his wife, Lexi. The man and woman who follow behind her look vaguely familiar. The man especially. Into the doors Max’s little son, Zane, pulls someone along behindhim.
“Come on,Rachelle!”
My heart skips a beat and I forget to breathe. She has long, black, silky hair that goes to her waist. She’s a tiny thing, maybe five foot two, her eyes are the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen. Thick, black lashes surround them. Her skin is like porcelain and the slightest tinge of pink stains her cheeks. Her lips are red and have a natural little pout tothem.
I’m movingacross the floor as if she’s pulling me with some invisible cord toher.
“Hi, I’m BlakeChandler.”
She smiles and blushes as everyone laughs atme.
“Hi there, BlakeChandler.”
Max claps me on the shoulder as he comes up behind me. He gestures to the man with dark blonde, straight hair that goes to his shoulders and he has dark blueeyes.
“This is Kip Dixon. Yes, the recording artist, Kip Dixon. He’s just not wearing the make-up. He ditched it lastyear.”
“Yeah, I know, I saw him on a talk show a few months ago.” I extend my hand. “Nice to meet you, Kip.” He shakes my hand and I turn my attention to the lady next to him who has long, blonde curls which fall to her waist. Her eyes are a mix of green and brown and she’s very pretty. “You must be hiswife.”
She takes up my hand and gives it ashake.
“Hi, Blake, I’m Peyton. This young lady here is my best friend, Rachelle Stone. She goes to UCLA. Where is it you’refrom?”
“Lubbock,” I say then turn my attention back to the raven haired beauty. “What is it you're studying atUCLA?”
“Culinary arts. And what is it you do, Blake?” sheasks.
I don’t have a damn answer for that. I do as little as humanly possible, but I don’t want her to knowthat.
