tons of girlfriends, which I’ve already guessed. I mean, look at him. He’s suave. If his “tactics” worked on me, then they’ll be as easy as biting into cotton candy if used on the average girl. Normally, I’m not easy to pick up.
When I make it to the kitchen, I see Charlie sitting at the large island separating the fabulous gourmet kitchen from a plush lounge area. The lounge is adorned with a purple velvet three-piece sectional facing a contemporary fireplace that’s cut into a glass wall. The beach is the backdrop. It’s a magnificent sight
Belmont stops reading the paper to regard me. I’m not sure if that look means he approves of what he sees or not. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I care, which is not good. He leaps off the stool and rushes over to plant a minty kiss on my lips. “You’re sexy,” he whispers in my ear. “Stay in with me today.”
“Shit, Jack, I’m trying to eat,” Charlie grumbles, scowling into his waffles.
“Who’s Jack?” I ask, suddenly confused.
“My middle name is Jaxson,” Belmont mumbles, glaring at Charlie, who’s grinning like he’s holding back a secret.
“Like Action Jackson?” I ask, chuckling at my attempt at a joke.
Charlie snorts because he finds it funny.
Belmont just smiles lazily. “Almost. J-a-x-s-o-n.”
“Oh, nice.” I take a seat at the island in front of a waffle loaded with fresh plump blueberries and sliced strawberries. “Is this for me?”
I gaze at Belmont. He says that I’m sexy, but that road runs both ways. His bright eyes look as if they could perform magic, and the way his top lip curls up toward the tip of his nose gives him a bow-tie smile. I’ve never seen a man blessed with that feature before, and I’ve traveled all over the planet. His face is unique.
“All yours.” He’s flirting with me with those mesmerizing eyes.
Breakfast looks tasty, and I’m so hungry I dig right in. Usually I’m busy doing something while eating: polishing an article, planning my next pitch, research, reading my colleagues’ work etc. Suddenly I feel like I have idle hands. “Do you have a newspaper? The New York Times possibly?” I ask Belmont. I realize that I’m reaching.
He laughs out loud and holds up a finger. He trots from around the breakfast bar and out of sight.
“I thought I’d take us out to Noman’s Land today,” Charlie says when we’re alone.
I frown at him, wondering if he’s serious. Just in case Belmont’s near, I whisper, “I can’t go with you.”
“You can do what you want. It’s not too late to choose me. We’ll take the Columbus .”
“What’s the Columbus ?” I ask, even though in my heart, I’ve already rejected his offer.
“My speedboat.” He’s simpering, watching me with starry, hopeful eyes.
“Why do you like me? Is it because Belmont does?” I’m discerning his affections may be the result of sibling rivalry.
Belmont’s heavy footsteps approach. Charlie leans in close to whisper, “Because I saw you first.” Charlie and I are still looking at each other when Belmont drops a newspaper on the tabletop between us. “Chuck? What are you doing?”
“Asking her if she wants to take a ride with me.” Charlie hasn’t backed off yet.
“She doesn’t,” Belmont hisses.
“Are you sure, Jack? We were vibing last night before you showed up. Isn’t that right, Daisy?”
My lips part in awe, and Belmont takes my chin to plant a kiss on my mouth with Charlie still only inches away from my face. That one kiss sends me floating as soon as our lips touch.
“She’s not going with you, Chuck,” Belmont says.
Charlie sits up straight and hops off the stool. “I know. And it’s too bad.” He flirts with me with his eyes before he heads out, leaving his breakfast half eaten.
“What’s up with you two?” I’m forced to ask after Charlie strolls out of sight.
Belmont glares at me accusingly. “If you like him, then…”
I’m waiting
When I make it to the kitchen, I see Charlie sitting at the large island separating the fabulous gourmet kitchen from a plush lounge area. The lounge is adorned with a purple velvet three-piece sectional facing a contemporary fireplace that’s cut into a glass wall. The beach is the backdrop. It’s a magnificent sight
Belmont stops reading the paper to regard me. I’m not sure if that look means he approves of what he sees or not. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I care, which is not good. He leaps off the stool and rushes over to plant a minty kiss on my lips. “You’re sexy,” he whispers in my ear. “Stay in with me today.”
“Shit, Jack, I’m trying to eat,” Charlie grumbles, scowling into his waffles.
“Who’s Jack?” I ask, suddenly confused.
“My middle name is Jaxson,” Belmont mumbles, glaring at Charlie, who’s grinning like he’s holding back a secret.
“Like Action Jackson?” I ask, chuckling at my attempt at a joke.
Charlie snorts because he finds it funny.
Belmont just smiles lazily. “Almost. J-a-x-s-o-n.”
“Oh, nice.” I take a seat at the island in front of a waffle loaded with fresh plump blueberries and sliced strawberries. “Is this for me?”
I gaze at Belmont. He says that I’m sexy, but that road runs both ways. His bright eyes look as if they could perform magic, and the way his top lip curls up toward the tip of his nose gives him a bow-tie smile. I’ve never seen a man blessed with that feature before, and I’ve traveled all over the planet. His face is unique.
“All yours.” He’s flirting with me with those mesmerizing eyes.
Breakfast looks tasty, and I’m so hungry I dig right in. Usually I’m busy doing something while eating: polishing an article, planning my next pitch, research, reading my colleagues’ work etc. Suddenly I feel like I have idle hands. “Do you have a newspaper? The New York Times possibly?” I ask Belmont. I realize that I’m reaching.
He laughs out loud and holds up a finger. He trots from around the breakfast bar and out of sight.
“I thought I’d take us out to Noman’s Land today,” Charlie says when we’re alone.
I frown at him, wondering if he’s serious. Just in case Belmont’s near, I whisper, “I can’t go with you.”
“You can do what you want. It’s not too late to choose me. We’ll take the Columbus .”
“What’s the Columbus ?” I ask, even though in my heart, I’ve already rejected his offer.
“My speedboat.” He’s simpering, watching me with starry, hopeful eyes.
“Why do you like me? Is it because Belmont does?” I’m discerning his affections may be the result of sibling rivalry.
Belmont’s heavy footsteps approach. Charlie leans in close to whisper, “Because I saw you first.” Charlie and I are still looking at each other when Belmont drops a newspaper on the tabletop between us. “Chuck? What are you doing?”
“Asking her if she wants to take a ride with me.” Charlie hasn’t backed off yet.
“She doesn’t,” Belmont hisses.
“Are you sure, Jack? We were vibing last night before you showed up. Isn’t that right, Daisy?”
My lips part in awe, and Belmont takes my chin to plant a kiss on my mouth with Charlie still only inches away from my face. That one kiss sends me floating as soon as our lips touch.
“She’s not going with you, Chuck,” Belmont says.
Charlie sits up straight and hops off the stool. “I know. And it’s too bad.” He flirts with me with his eyes before he heads out, leaving his breakfast half eaten.
“What’s up with you two?” I’m forced to ask after Charlie strolls out of sight.
Belmont glares at me accusingly. “If you like him, then…”
I’m waiting
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