Page 329 of The First Time
Blake pulls the door open. His blue eyes meet mine. They fill with a mix of concern and appreciation. He's glad I'm here. And worried it means something.
He's not wearing a suit.
He's in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. It's tight on his broad shoulders and chest. It hangs off him perfectly. And those jeans…
Heat pools between my legs. I'm here to talk. Not to beg him to pin me to the couch and fuck my brains out.
He gives me a long once-over. "Gin and tonic?"
"You're not wearing a suit."
He chuckles. "I changed after you texted."
"Oh. For me?"
"Yes."
My heartbeat picks up. Blake is changing for me. It's not a metaphor. It's probably for comfort. But it feels like it means something.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Sure."
He moves to the bar and pours carefully.
I take a seat on the couch. Fold my legs. Smooth my jeans. Tap my heels together. These are nice boots. Expensive leather with good waterproofing. My feet are dry. Warm.
It's heaven compared to walking around the city with soggy socks.
It's the kind of thing that wasn't possible last month.
But creature comforts aren't enough anymore.
I need more.
He moves to the couch and hands over my cocktail. His eyes fix on mine as he takes a long sip of his whiskey.
"This is early for you." I let the alcohol warm my face and cheeks. "To stop working and have a drink."
"I figured it's important."
"Oh?"
"You haven't said anything butgoodnightin three days."
"I didn't think you noticed."
He stares back at me. "Of course."
Of course? What the hell is that? I take another sip, but it doesn't offer any clarity. Or confidence. "I've been thinking."
"About?"
Wanting you to love me. Wanting this to be real. My inability to separate fact and fiction."Everything."
He slides his fingertips over my neck. "What's one thing?"
I take a greedy sip, but it does nothing to refresh me. My eyes go to the shiny hardwood floor. It's perfect, spotless, pristine like everything in Blake's office. Like everything in his life. "Do you trust me?"
