Page 4 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
STEEL WEST
I’m being serious. I want to meet you. Jordan, what the fuck are we doing?
Every time Steel brings up this topic, my skin prickles, my heart beats faster, and I grow flushed all over. Mina and Zac are always hounding me to meet him too. Though I won’t commit to meeting Steel, I often wonder how it would feel to be in his arms. To kiss him.Sleepwith him.
A rush of excitement swells at the peak of my thighs. I haven’t admitted this to Steel, but I’ve touched myself to the thought of him. Many times.
JORDAN HART
Meeting you is a lot of pressure. We’ve let this online relationship drag out for too long. Now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to meet you.
STEEL WEST
Don’t say that. The thought of meeting you is all that gets me through each day.
What if we ruin everything?
What if we’re perfect together? I have a business meeting tonight but I’ll drop everything if you agree to meet me. I want to know how beautiful you are. I want to hear your laugh and see you smile.
That’s the thing. What if we meet and I’m not the kind of girl you’re attracted to? What if our personalities clash and we only mesh well on the internet? We’ve discussed all this before.
Then at least we’ll know.
Say we do hit it off, what can realistically happen between us when you live in LA?
Stop searching for excuses not to meet me. Location issues can be solved. If we don’t get along in person then we’ll just continue being friends online. Please meet me tonight.
I can’t tonight. I have a date thing.
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Insanely jealous right now. Since when do you date?
Don’t be jealous. It’s not really a date. The situation is complicated.
Explain.
The Uber comes to a stop. I look out the window, realizing I’ve arrived at my destination—The Hawk Grand Hotel, owned by the one and only Daxton Hawk.
I’ll fill you in on the details later. I’m running late.
Seriously? You’re going to leave the conversation like this? Who’s the guy?
No one. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything. I really have to go.
I’m in New York for the weekend. Please just promise me you’ll think about meeting me.
Ok. I’ll think about it.
A low battery warning pops up on my phone. Dammit. I tuck my phone into my purse and reach for the door handle. Before I can pull the lever, the door opens and a white-gloved hand offers me assistance like I’m royalty. The service at this hotel is something I’ll never get used to. I take the doorman’s hand and step out of the car, met with the magnificent view of the hotel’s marble entrance. The Hawk Grand is hands down the nicest hotel in the Upper East Side.
“How may I assist you this evening, madam?” the doorman asks.
The title ofmadamtakes a moment to compute in my brain, and by the time I manage to tell the doorman I’m dining in the hotel’s restaurant, he’s looking at me like I’m strange. Compared to the other guests arriving in designer outfits and with Louis Vuitton luggage, yeah, I don’t belong here.
“Let me escort you up to the restaurant.”
I smile at him. “That’s okay. I can manage by myself. Thank you.”
