Page 10 of Blind Date

Never mind, there isn’t anything that I can do now but get a move on. It’s a woman’s prerogative to be a little late anyway, I’m sure. No man can expect me to be there on the dot. And he may be late anyway so there isn’t anything for me to worry about. I’m not going to over think anything, I will just get there…

God, I’m harassed. Stomping to the restaurant to make sure that I’m not any later than I already am has put me in a bit of a bad position. I feel like any part of me that looked good before now looks disheveled and like shit. Lucky I’m not here to meet a man that I might actually like because I would be so stressed then.

“Ah, Miss Dove.” It seems that the man on the door knows who I am and has been expecting me. “Your date has already arrived. Let me take you over to the table. Would you like to come this way?”

I almost pause to ask if I can have a few more moments, but instead I find myself nodding. I guess now despite everything, intrigue has caught me, and I want to know who my date is going to be. Just to see if this is someone that I am going to be able to get along with. I follow him inside with a thumping heart beat…

“Oh my God.” I can’t contain my horror as I see the guy sitting at the table waiting for me. This is a worst-case scenario type of deal, even worse than if Roman was sitting there waiting for me. My heart stops beating, I feel sick to my stomach, I want to turn and run at the speed of light. I want to escape but I can’t. “Daniel Wilson.”Chapter 5 – DanielThe excitement has been building all week long, it has been impossible to focus on anything else other than this blind date, I can’t wait for her to arrive. The week has dragged on and I just know that tonight will fly by. With my mystery woman by my side, it’s going to race at the speed of light. Potentially in to love.

I know that I shouldn’t keep thinking that because it’s putting too much pressure on tonight, if I keep thinking long term then the date is bound to be a disaster, but I can’t seem to stop myself. This whole weird situation has transformed me from a cold-hearted play boy to a mushy sap who might as well watch rom coms.

“Daniel Wilson.” That voice is sexy, seductive, and just a little bit familiar. I think that I might know my date which only makes this even more exciting as I spin around slowly to see her. She has been under my nose the entire time and I had no idea that love could potentially come my way. “What the hell…?”

“Oh, fuck.” My heart sinks as I start to understand the woman’s sentiment. She is right, what the hell? Of all the people that I thought that I could end up on a date with, my biggest business rival, Gemma Dove was never on my mind. She isn’t just someone who is a pain in the ass when it comes to my company, I hate her as well. She is a fucking ice queen who seems to look down on absolutely everyone. “This isn’t good.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Gemma demands with a redness to her cheeks as she slides in to the seat opposite me. “Why are you my date? I’m supposed to be meeting someone new who I can network with…”

I don’t even want to tell her that I’m supposed to be here meeting the love of my life because I don’t want to give her even a scrap of ammo to use against me. Instead, I shake my head and let my disgust roll free. I really shouldn’t have gotten so excited about this, day dreamed about what it could be because it’s a disaster, and I definitely shouldn’t have told Tim because now he is going to want to know all the sordid details which means I am going to have to re live this more times than I want to. Fucking hell, what a mess.

“You weren’t even at the charity event,” I snap out angrily. “So, how are you my date?”

“I actually was. Not that you would notice because you were too busy with some teenage girl.”

She saw me with Leanne? I don’t know why but I feel a little shocked by this. Also, by the bitterness in her tone. If I was a more big-headed man then I would assume that was jealousy coming out of her. But not with Gemma. She hates me with the same passion that I despise her. I can see it in her bright blue eyes.

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