Page 101 of The Blind Date

“What do you have to admit?” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from his mesmerising ones.

“I quite liked seeing you jealous,” he murmured lowly and swivelled me around so we now faced each other.

“I wasn’t jealous,” I scoffed.

“You were definitely jealous, darling,” Cedric snorted and bowed his head to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Just like how I was jealous when your parents set you up with Richard.”

I frowned, but the expression didn't last long–not when Cedric kept pressing persuasive kisses against my mouth, slowly winning me over.

"Let's face it, darling. You've got it bad for me, and I've got it bad for you." He pressed the words against my mouth, his hands pressing firmly into my hips to lift me into the air. Instinctively, I wound my legs around his waist and closed the little distance that remained between us.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I giggled against his mouth, suddenly feeling much lighter.

“How about we ditch ourdatesand get out of here?” Cedric bowed his head to whisper the words against my lips.

“I haven’t finished my pasta,” I murmured back, unable to hold back the wanton moan as his tongue teasingly licked along the seams of my lips.

"I'll make you all the pasta you want if you leave with me now," he tempted me, and the knowing smirk on his face told me that he knew he had me right where he wanted me. Even without the promise of pasta.

ChapterTwenty-Six

"Ican't believe I get to venture into the unknown," I whistled under my breath, eagerly following behind him as he led me down the hallway to his apartment. When Cedric suggested we ditch our dates, I didn’t think it would lead us back here.

This would be my first time seeing Cedric’s apartment, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous about it. This moment was so much more than just seeing my boyfriend’s apartment for the first time. This was my chance to see into his private world which I knew he was very protective about.

The fact that this was huge for him–for both of us–wasn’t lost on me.

“I’m worried that I’m going to disappoint you,” Cedric chuckled nervously as he fished for his keys in his pockets. “I feel like you’ve got something bizarre built up in your mind, and you’ll be disappointed to see that my apartment is pretty plain.”

“Nothing behind that door could disappoint me,” I grinned eagerly. “I’m just happy to be here.”

“I’m relieved to hear that, darling.” He pushed open the door and gestured for me to go in first. “So, this is me.”

For an apartment in Canary Wharf, Cedric’s apartment was exactly what I expected–similar in size to my apartment but small for the rent.

The wall to the right was made of glass, and since he had yet to draw the blinds, we had a beautiful view of the fancy office building of yet another investment bank which, ironically, neither of us worked at.

The kitchen was slightly bigger than mine, and the main attraction was the fancy coffee machine which I had no doubt was his most used appliance. Everything else was sleek and immaculately clean, so Cedric either has a passion for cleaning, or he didn’t cook much at home.

Like my own apartment, it was an open space, and the kitchen led into the living room. The décor was a minimalist black, white, and grey with elegant furniture, consisting of a large L-shaped sofa in front of a plasma screen TV which hung from the wall. Other than that, the walls were bare and slightly plain.

"So, what do you think?" Cedric asked nervously, his eyes trained on my face, studying me.

"It's a nice place," I murmured, still taking it all in. "It's a little cold and other than the coffee machine, it doesn't look like anyone actually lives here, but it's nice."

"That's why I'm hoping to move out of this place. The place hasn't looked like anyone lives it in for years now,” he paused to laugh. "Anyway, that's my office." He pointed to the ajar door I had spied earlier. "And that's the bedroom which also has an ensuite. I'll give you a personal tour of the bedroom later," he winked as he walked past me into the kitchen. "But right now, I think you can agree that we have a lot to talk about.”

Suddenly, I felt sick again. Not the kind of sick where I needed to throw up to feel better.

I feltnervous sick.

"How opposed are you to a glass of white wine tonight?" Cedric asked, rifling through the fridge. "It looks like I'm all out of beer and red wine this week."

“I still stand by the notion that it’s pretentious, but since this is a special occasion, I’m not completely opposed to it. Make it a small glass, please,” I grinned and watched as he poured a glass for the both of us before heading my way.

“You look really good in my apartment, darling,” he matched my grin and handed me one of the glasses before sitting next to me on the sofa. Immediately, he threw an arm over my shoulder, subtly pulling me closer to him.

“I still can’t believe I’m here,” I chuckled nervously.

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