Page 47 of Sparks Fly
“Sounds perfect.” I smile. “See you at seven.”
“I’ll come to your apartment,” she says before we hang up.
Walking out the room I see Creed sitting at his laptop up the breakfast bar.
“If the invitation still stands, Rue and I would love to join you for dinner.”
He turns on the stool to face me. “Perfect.” He smiles, and I slip back into my room to have a nap and then get myself ready for the evening.
My dress is a dusty blue,with a neckline that dips and has a frill trim to it and nude heeled sandals. I step into the main area of the penthouse.
My hair is pulled in a low messy bun, a couple of curled strands frame my face. My lips are soft pink, cheeks a naturaltan, eyes framed with mascara. My look is finished with a delicate gold necklace with a lock pendant.
Creed’s eyes find mine as soon as I step in the room, the air thickening around us and I swear the ground moves beneath us.
“Anaïs… you look…” He pauses, eyes sweeping over me again.
“Thank you.” I drop my gaze, eyes focused on the floor for a moment.
Stepping over to the living room, I tuck my small bag under my arm and walk towards the door. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him standing there still, one hand folded into his pocket the other hanging by his side as he stares at me.
He is dressed in a white fitted shirt, grey suit trousers, and black dress shoes. His blonde hair is messy, but styled that way, and his green eyes penetrate through mine.
“You ready?” I ask him and he gives me a tight smile then follows behind me as we make our way to the lift and into the lobby.
“Beautiful,” he says softly. His hands are locked in front of him and I furrow my brow at his works.
“Sorry?” I blink.
“You. You look beautiful.” He slices his eyes away as the doors ping open and he steps out in front of me, and when I know he can’t see my face, I blush like a damn schoolgirl.
Chapter Eleven
Anaïs
Me,Rue, and Creed sit in the back of the town car as we make our way down to Monte Carlo Casino. I watch out the window whilst Rue quizzes Creed on the drivers and who he thinks, on a scale of one to ten, is the hottest. After refusing to answer four times, he finally gives in on the fifth attempt.
I giggle to myself as he begins to rank them, and once she is satisfied, she asks him to rank the drivers on their capabilities and then onto the teams.
Relentless.
But he seems to be enjoying himself, secretly, of course.
The drive isn’t long and before I know it, the car is rolling to a halt. My mouth pops open, eyes widening slightly as I take in the beauty of the building in front of me. A water fountain sits in the middle of well-kept grass, red flowers trailed down the sides. It is magnificent, and I feel like I needed another trip here to just appreciate it. It reminds me of a palace, not a casino.
Creed lowers his face down and mutters something to the driver and I am still standing in awe. The car rolls behind us and drives back out into the distance.
“Wow,” I mouth to Rue, and she just smiles giddy.
“It’s something, right?”
I nod, following Creed up to the door when the doorman asks for ID. I slip my hand into my purse and hand it over, Rue following, and Creed does his last. We get a firm nod before we walk into the Monte Carlo.
“Did you know,” Creed says as he walks past the check in for coats and bags, “if you’re Monegasques, you’re not allowed to gamble?” He looks over his shoulder at me and Rue.
“Really?” I ask and Rue nods eagerly, agreeing with him.
“Yup, a law was put into place way back when and Prince Charles III banned his own people to protect them financially.”
