our first kiss.
Drake groaned deep in his throat, and I could feel
the vibrations through the kiss. He pecked the corner of my lips and pulled
away from me. Handing me the bags, he nudged me through the door before I could
react. My head was still spinning.
“One hour. Be ready for me,” he said before turning
around and striding away from me. Damn, I was going to be in so much trouble
with this guy. There is just no controlling my response to him, I
thought as I watched his ass until I couldn’t see him anymore.
Shutting the door, I heard my dad clear his throat
behind me. “Still nothing to say about Drake?” He smirked at me, and I blushed.
He had definitely caught us kissing. Drat! “Sounds like you need to go get
ready for a party, honey. Aren’t you glad you decided to come with me this
trip?”
I lightly punched him in the arm. “Geesh, Dad.
You’re such a smartass sometimes. The normal response would be for you to
threaten Drake with bodily harm if he touches me again. Not to taunt me about
kissing him and going to a party. And didn’t you think it was odd that he asked
you my shoe size? You just told him it without asking any questions?”
“It’s about time I saw you interested in a boy
again, Alexa. I know that everything that happened with Brad scared you off
relationships, but you need to learn to let people into your life. Even boys.
Go to this party with Drake and have some fun. I’m right here, so nothing bad
will happen to you. You’re safe. Live a little already!”
“All right, Daddy. I’ll go to the party with Drake.
But don’t get your hopes up about relationships and stuff. I don’t know what’s
going on with him, but Drake has a lot of explaining to do. Maybe we’ll get a
chance to talk tonight and work some things out. That doesn’t make him my
boyfriend though.”
My dad laughed and shook his head at me. “I heard
him plain as day, honey. If he has his way, he will absolutely be your
boyfriend. Mark my words. Good thing I like him.”
I headed upstairs and opened the bag. Inside was a
stunning cocktail dress. The deep purple color was almost an exact match to the
dress I’d worn last night. What were the odds that Drake’s sister would pick
out something in my favorite color? I held the dress up to my body as I looked in
the mirror, stunned at the thought that he might have been specific with his
sister in what he wanted me to wear tonight.
I hadn’t brought many hair products or makeup with
me. The downside of packing light and bringing my study materials, I guess. I wasn’t
sure that my usual brush of powder across my face and touch of chapstick would
do the dress justice, but it wasn’t like I had many options. Better to show the
real me now so Drake knew what to expect going forward anyway. If he was
expecting a frilly, girlie-girl, then he was going to be very surprised.
I pulled the shoes out of the box and gasped when I
realized they matched the dress perfectly. They weren’t the heels I had been
expecting. They were beautiful ballet flats, a deep purple patent leather with
a red sole that couldn’t have been worn very much since they looked practically
brand new except for a couple scratches on the bottom. They could only mean one
thing. He had definitely told his sister what to find, and he’d based his
instructions on what he had seen me wearing last night. This meant that he
really had seen me and had been as drawn to me as I had been to him. It didn’t
make any sense. If he had noticed everything I’d worn, down to my preference
for flats, then why hadn’t he said anything to me?
chapter
6
An hour had never passed so quickly. Before I knew
it, I could hear Drake’s knock on the door downstairs. My dad made it to the
door before I had even reached the top of the stairs. Curious to see what they
would say to each other, I paused at the landing so I could eavesdrop.
Drake groaned deep in his throat, and I could feel
the vibrations through the kiss. He pecked the corner of my lips and pulled
away from me. Handing me the bags, he nudged me through the door before I could
react. My head was still spinning.
“One hour. Be ready for me,” he said before turning
around and striding away from me. Damn, I was going to be in so much trouble
with this guy. There is just no controlling my response to him, I
thought as I watched his ass until I couldn’t see him anymore.
Shutting the door, I heard my dad clear his throat
behind me. “Still nothing to say about Drake?” He smirked at me, and I blushed.
He had definitely caught us kissing. Drat! “Sounds like you need to go get
ready for a party, honey. Aren’t you glad you decided to come with me this
trip?”
I lightly punched him in the arm. “Geesh, Dad.
You’re such a smartass sometimes. The normal response would be for you to
threaten Drake with bodily harm if he touches me again. Not to taunt me about
kissing him and going to a party. And didn’t you think it was odd that he asked
you my shoe size? You just told him it without asking any questions?”
“It’s about time I saw you interested in a boy
again, Alexa. I know that everything that happened with Brad scared you off
relationships, but you need to learn to let people into your life. Even boys.
Go to this party with Drake and have some fun. I’m right here, so nothing bad
will happen to you. You’re safe. Live a little already!”
“All right, Daddy. I’ll go to the party with Drake.
But don’t get your hopes up about relationships and stuff. I don’t know what’s
going on with him, but Drake has a lot of explaining to do. Maybe we’ll get a
chance to talk tonight and work some things out. That doesn’t make him my
boyfriend though.”
My dad laughed and shook his head at me. “I heard
him plain as day, honey. If he has his way, he will absolutely be your
boyfriend. Mark my words. Good thing I like him.”
I headed upstairs and opened the bag. Inside was a
stunning cocktail dress. The deep purple color was almost an exact match to the
dress I’d worn last night. What were the odds that Drake’s sister would pick
out something in my favorite color? I held the dress up to my body as I looked in
the mirror, stunned at the thought that he might have been specific with his
sister in what he wanted me to wear tonight.
I hadn’t brought many hair products or makeup with
me. The downside of packing light and bringing my study materials, I guess. I wasn’t
sure that my usual brush of powder across my face and touch of chapstick would
do the dress justice, but it wasn’t like I had many options. Better to show the
real me now so Drake knew what to expect going forward anyway. If he was
expecting a frilly, girlie-girl, then he was going to be very surprised.
I pulled the shoes out of the box and gasped when I
realized they matched the dress perfectly. They weren’t the heels I had been
expecting. They were beautiful ballet flats, a deep purple patent leather with
a red sole that couldn’t have been worn very much since they looked practically
brand new except for a couple scratches on the bottom. They could only mean one
thing. He had definitely told his sister what to find, and he’d based his
instructions on what he had seen me wearing last night. This meant that he
really had seen me and had been as drawn to me as I had been to him. It didn’t
make any sense. If he had noticed everything I’d worn, down to my preference
for flats, then why hadn’t he said anything to me?
chapter
6
An hour had never passed so quickly. Before I knew
it, I could hear Drake’s knock on the door downstairs. My dad made it to the
door before I had even reached the top of the stairs. Curious to see what they
would say to each other, I paused at the landing so I could eavesdrop.
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