Page 90 of Beautiful Trauma
I’ll see you in an hour.
And then he had the audacity to leave me a winky-faced emoji.
True to his word, Kellan buzzed my phone exactly sixty minutes later.
Come on down. I’m waiting outside for you.“
Be right there
I stopped before the mirror in the foyer to gauge my appearance. My hair fell in waves to my shoulders while my icy blue eyes were heavily lined, giving them a smoky look. I’d chosen blood red lipstick to match my dress.
And the scrap of fabric I was wearing molded to my curves like a second skin. With each twist and turn before the mirror, I felt more and more giddy.
Tonight was going to be everything I so desperately needed it to be. Like Cinderella, I didn’t care if everything was going to go to hell at midnight. I was going to enjoy the time I had in my fairy tale.
After taking the elevator downstairs, my stilettos clicked along the marble floor as I made my way through the lobby. When I stepped out into the fading sunlight, I glanced left and right.
When I caught sight of Kellan, my heart did a girly flutter. He stood outside a blacked out SUV that I’m sure must’ve belonged to the Neretti family. Instead of his usual suit and tie, the man was wearing a tux.
A sinful black tux that was tailored to highlight every bulging muscle in his ridiculously gorgeous body. As my gaze swept from his head down to his toes, my mouth ran dry.
Kellan must’ve felt my eyes on him because he quickly flicked his gaze to me. At the sight of me striding towards him, his eyes bulged. “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph, Mila,” he said in a strained voice.
“Do you like my dress?” I teasingly asked even though he was practically panting.
“That dress is pure sin.”
“So is the woman inside it,” I replied with a wink.
He laughed. “Yes, I know.”
As I ran my hand up the lapel of his tux, I said, “You outdid yourself, Mr. Kavanaugh.”
“Thank you.”
Cocking my head at him, I asked, “Since it’s very evident that this is a designer tux, did you bring it with you to Philly?”
With a grin, he replied, “I did.”
“For you to have gone to all that trouble, you must’ve thought I was a sure bet.”
“What can I say? I’m blessed with my powers of persuasion.”
“Or maybe I’m just easy?”
He playfully rolled his eyes. “There’s not an easy bone in your body, Ms. Difficult.”
“I mean,sexuallyeasy.”
“But my plan didn’t involve sex. It involved romance.”
“Speaking of, are you going to tell me now where you’re taking me?”
An absolutely devious look flashed in Kellan’s eyes. It sent a jolt of heat to my core. After reaching into his tux pocket, he pulled out a black, satin scarf.
When he held it out to me, I said, “That doesn’t go with my dress.”
“It’s for your eyes.”
