Page 37 of Blindsided
“You’re perfect,” Mac interrupts, his voice husky, and breathy, and wicked all at the same time. He haphazardly hands over a giant bouquet of pink carnations, and adds, “You’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I bring the flowers to my nose and level him with a disbelieving look. “Look, Mac, I know you said you wanted tonight to be special for me, but seriously, you can save the cheesy inflated compliments for another girl. It would be a shame for me to vomit all over my nice new dress.”
“Dammit, woman,” Mac growls, his face turning from heated to angry in the blink of an eye. “Could you just take a compliment without a self-deprecating reply for once in your life?”
My shield of humour vanishes as I look up at Mac with my lips parted. “I’m sorry,” I reply on reflex because I didn’t realise poking at myself would get him so wound up. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Humour is sort of my default.”
Mac’s face instantly softens, but his eyes remain fierce on mine. “Aye, I know, Freya. But I meant what I said. It wasn’t a polite remark. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I manage to reply without sounding too disbelieving. I glance down at my bouquet. “And thank you for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome,” he states firmly. He exhales a heavy breath as though he’s holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, then offers up his arm. “Now, can I take you on this date that I spent nearly the entire day organizing? I’m dying to see your reaction.”
There are those kittens in my belly again.
With a soft smile, I set the flowers down on the inside table and slip my arm in his. I have no clue what to expect tonight, but if Mac spent the whole day on it, I’m sure it’s going to be unforgettable.
The car ride is quiet as I drive Freya to our first stop of the evening. The sun is just beginning to set, and the golden rays shining through her red hair are agonizingly distracting.
Christ, she’s beautiful tonight.
From her seriously ridiculous curves in that sexy dress to the wee freckles that give her sexy look the perfect touch of innocence, my entire fucking body suddenly feels like a live wire waiting to be tripped.
I can’t tell if she’s actually more beautiful tonight than she has been all the other times I’ve seen her, or if it’s the fact that I know I’m going to be inside her in a matter of hours, and that fact has escalated her beauty into the stratosphere of obscenely gorgeous.
Fuck me, this is going to be a long night.
I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that earlier, though. That was a bad start to the night.
I’ve just got it in my head that I want this to be special for her, and I let my emotions get the best of me. I hate how she’s constantly acting like I’m doing her some sort of favour, and everything I say is for show. None of this is for show. This arrangement was my idea, and I wouldn’t have volunteered to take her virginity if I didn’t want to fuck her.
Bloody hell, do I want to fuck her.
My cocker thumps inside my trousers, and I grip the wheel tightly, trying to shut down my wandering thoughts because we have plans tonight that go well beyond getting naked and rolling around the sack. This date cost me a pretty penny, but it was worth it because I’ll do just about anything to make this night extraordinary for my best mate.
We pull up in front of a nice family home in Essex and there’s a van parked on the side of the road across the street. The driver waves animatedly to me, and Freya waves back, frowning curiously.
“Do you know who that is?” she asks, offering the man a polite smile even though her brows are pinched together.
“Aye,” I reply, my palms sweating with nerves because, fuck me, maybe this is all too extreme, and Freya is going to think I’m a nutter.
“Are you going to tell me who he is?” she asks, turning her big round eyes to me.
With a nervous smirk, I hop out of the car and jog over to her door, fiddling with the sleeves of my shirt for a moment before opening her door and offering my hand like the gentleman my mum taught me to be. “Promise you won’t give me shite about this, all right?” I state with a heavy sigh. “Forget that you know me better than most people and try to imagine I’m capable of just doing something nice.”
“You? Nice?” she says as she stands and stares up at me with barely contained humour. “The man who once referred to his dick as the Loch Ness monster is suddenly doing something nice?”
I can’t help but smirk down at her. “Aye, lucky for you, tonight you’ll find out if the legends are true.”
She giggles at that. “Already calling it a legend? I really hope this is a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
My eyes narrow on her, and I have an overwhelming urge to snog her senseless right here on the street. “Let’s keep those charming smart-arse remarks to yourself for a few moments, all right?”
Freya grins and gazes up at me through her long, thick lashes. “If my remarks are charming, then why on earth should I hide them from the world?”
I growl and give her side a cheeky squeeze while directing her across the street. The tall, slender man hops out of the van with a big smile on his face. “Hiya, Mr Logan. Nice to see you again.”
“Roger, I told you to call me Mac.” I reach out to shake his hand. “This is Freya.”
