Page 88 of Fall I Want
As I descend the stairs, tourists stop and stare. My cheeks heat as a few teenagers take pictures of me. I’m getting adult prom vibes, and the driver waits for me by the door.
The door of the stretch limo opens and Zane gets out. He floats across the sidewalk, his eyes laser focused on me, and I can’t help but smile. How is this my life?
Zane reaches out, giving me his hand before my high heel touches the ground. He leads me to the car, opening the door for me as my heart nearly flutters out of my chest. I take a step back, admiring him in his stark black suit and tie. His smoldering eyes stare at me like he’s Mr. Dreamy in the flesh.
“Hi, beautiful,” he says, looking like a fantasy.
“You’re here,” I say, sliding inside. I expected to meet him there.
“I couldn’t wait to see you.” He joins me, closing the door. Moments later, we zoom away.
“I’ve never met a man who’s admitted that.”
His brow quirks up. “You could’ve stopped that sentence afterman.”
A chuckle escapes me. “Unfortunately true.”
I swim in his deep blues as he pours us both a glass of champagne. “You look...gorgeous.”
“Thank you for saying that.” A blush hits my cheek and I glance away from him, not able to maintain the intense eye contact for too long. “I can’t remember the last time I went out.”
“That changes now.”
“What shall we toast to tonight?” I swirl the golden liquid around the edges of the crystal.
“To your exes.”
My brows furrow
He continues, “For not realizing what they had.”
We lightly tap our rims together and sip the sweet bubbly as my body blazes from the inside out. “Do you mean that?”
“Fuck yes I do,” he states. “I speak what I mean, Pumpkin. Especially with things like that. Who has time for bullshit?”
“Is this real?” I sit in the moment, waiting to be ripped away and to wake up in my bed. Instead, we continue down the street in the back of the stretch limo.
“This time you’re living the dream.” He chuckles. Since meeting him, my life has been a whirlwind and my head is spinning.
Is this... is he too good to be true? I try not to think about that.
“It’s that déjà vu feeling again,” I admit.
By his expression, my admission pleases him. “Can’t wait to read more about it.”
I haven’t forgotten his offer, but I also haven’t shared it with my friends, either. It all seems a little unreal and will take some processing. Considering I’ve kept a journal with summaries of all my Mr. Dreamy fantasies, it shouldn’t be too hard.
“If I can do it,” I say, not completely convinced yet.
“You can.” There is zero doubt in his tone.
“I’ll try.” That’s all I can do. “No guarantees.”
When the limo arrives at the resort, he slides out of the car, holding out his hand for me. I take it, my cheeks heating when I look up into his eyes. Once on my feet, I realize I’m a tiny bit tipsy, which I appreciate because it calms my nerves.
The gigantic fountain dances in the distance and the cool breeze whips around me, cooling me off. Which is something I need, considering my body is on fire. I glance back at Zane and notice him studying me from behind. He moves forward, his fingertips gently trailing down the center of my back, causing every inch of me to fully ignite. My skin singes where he touches and I don’t want him to stop.
A man strolls past us and stares at me, but I ignore it.
