him from you.”
I grit my teeth. I can only imagine what by bestie said to him. Bianca can get imaginative with verb usage when she wants too. I was sure that the words ‘fucker’ and ‘cock sucker’ were used because those were her favorite vulgar words in her arsenal. “Where is Bianca now?”
“Brunch with her folks.” He wasn’t a big fan of Bianca’s family just as they weren’t fans of his. The Carrington’s wanted Bianca to settle down, marry and give them lots of grandchildren. Christian, while completely faithful to her was not the settling down type. To be honest I was surprised that the relationship between him and Bianca had lasted this long.
“Oh yeah, and Blake called last night. He said that he will pick you up around six.”
I blinked completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You asked Blake to go with you to that dinner thing tonight at the party the other day.” Christian reminded her. “His family are big contributors to the hospital. Remember?”
I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, I remember now.” I mumble as I toss my keys and my wallet into my purse and sling it over my shoulder. “God!”
My life was so complicated today! I had a feeling the Blake thought I was interested in him. I had been half drunk and vulnerable when I had issued that invitation, and now I had to spend an evening with a guy I wasn’t sure I would even like without the aid of alcohol.
Chapter 5
The Charity Din n er is held in one of Manhattan’s most raved about new restaurants. The entire place has been rented out and the chef has prepared a surprise menu. At fifteen hundred dollars a plate and with the place brimming with supporters the Children’s W ing at the hospital was going to get an overhaul and then some.
I sit with Blake Avery and two other couples. I have found that yes, I do enjoy the big muscle man without the aid of alcohol but that I am no more attracted to him than I was drunk. He is a nice man, and I want to like him as more than a new friend, but it just isn’t going to happen.
Thankfully he seems to u nderstand this as the night goes on. After dessert there is dancing and I let my date pull me onto the dance floor as a local Jazz band starts playing softly in the background. I am happy because the dinner along with the silent auction has raised more money than expected and I smile warmly up at Blake.
“You know, I think we could have been really good for each other.” He tells me.
“I know.” And I do. If I had felt even the smallest spark of attraction for him I would have jumped head first into a relationship with him. “But we both deserve better than what I can offer.”
He inclines his head in acceptance. “ You are already in love. I think I knew that at your birthday party.”
I bite my lip, hating that I had been so obvious in my feelings for Keith that even this man that I barely know had seen it. “I don’t want to love him.” I mutter.
Blake laughs. “Like that is it?”
I lift a shoulder in a half shrug. “Yes. Just like that.” The music ends and everyone turns to applaud the band.
As I do I catch sight of a tall , dark haired man who is winding his way through the crowd. My heart skips a beat. No! Why would he come here? He never comes to any of the Winthrop Charities’ benefits.
Hard green eyes capture mine and I stand there frozen as Keith’s long strides eat up the distance between us. He is spectacular in his simple black tux with his hair in
I grit my teeth. I can only imagine what by bestie said to him. Bianca can get imaginative with verb usage when she wants too. I was sure that the words ‘fucker’ and ‘cock sucker’ were used because those were her favorite vulgar words in her arsenal. “Where is Bianca now?”
“Brunch with her folks.” He wasn’t a big fan of Bianca’s family just as they weren’t fans of his. The Carrington’s wanted Bianca to settle down, marry and give them lots of grandchildren. Christian, while completely faithful to her was not the settling down type. To be honest I was surprised that the relationship between him and Bianca had lasted this long.
“Oh yeah, and Blake called last night. He said that he will pick you up around six.”
I blinked completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You asked Blake to go with you to that dinner thing tonight at the party the other day.” Christian reminded her. “His family are big contributors to the hospital. Remember?”
I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, I remember now.” I mumble as I toss my keys and my wallet into my purse and sling it over my shoulder. “God!”
My life was so complicated today! I had a feeling the Blake thought I was interested in him. I had been half drunk and vulnerable when I had issued that invitation, and now I had to spend an evening with a guy I wasn’t sure I would even like without the aid of alcohol.
Chapter 5
The Charity Din n er is held in one of Manhattan’s most raved about new restaurants. The entire place has been rented out and the chef has prepared a surprise menu. At fifteen hundred dollars a plate and with the place brimming with supporters the Children’s W ing at the hospital was going to get an overhaul and then some.
I sit with Blake Avery and two other couples. I have found that yes, I do enjoy the big muscle man without the aid of alcohol but that I am no more attracted to him than I was drunk. He is a nice man, and I want to like him as more than a new friend, but it just isn’t going to happen.
Thankfully he seems to u nderstand this as the night goes on. After dessert there is dancing and I let my date pull me onto the dance floor as a local Jazz band starts playing softly in the background. I am happy because the dinner along with the silent auction has raised more money than expected and I smile warmly up at Blake.
“You know, I think we could have been really good for each other.” He tells me.
“I know.” And I do. If I had felt even the smallest spark of attraction for him I would have jumped head first into a relationship with him. “But we both deserve better than what I can offer.”
He inclines his head in acceptance. “ You are already in love. I think I knew that at your birthday party.”
I bite my lip, hating that I had been so obvious in my feelings for Keith that even this man that I barely know had seen it. “I don’t want to love him.” I mutter.
Blake laughs. “Like that is it?”
I lift a shoulder in a half shrug. “Yes. Just like that.” The music ends and everyone turns to applaud the band.
As I do I catch sight of a tall , dark haired man who is winding his way through the crowd. My heart skips a beat. No! Why would he come here? He never comes to any of the Winthrop Charities’ benefits.
Hard green eyes capture mine and I stand there frozen as Keith’s long strides eat up the distance between us. He is spectacular in his simple black tux with his hair in
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