grave with a bow and an arrow. I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain without breaking a sweat. But coming up against Kendall Villanueva has me flapping my jacket to breeze out my armpits.
I press the fob and listen to the chirp that ensues.
“Alright, I got this,” I whisper.
As soon as I enter Paparrazi’s , I’m overwhelmed by the noise. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow which can account for the general chaos of the dining room. Uncomfortable with a room this populated, I back away and nearly stumble upon a beautiful woman in a red dress.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
I glance into her eyes and feel my heart beat quickening within my chest.
“Kendall?”
“Hi,” she smiles, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. “I’m sorry I’m late. My car needed to be coaxed before she could start.”
I nod mutely.
I’ve only had a handful of meetings with the beautiful Belizean. Every single time, Kendall had her hair up and wore a minimal amount of makeup. Tonight, this is not the case.
Kendal’s curly hair is spilling over her shoulders in tight brown ringlets. The curls are so mesmerizing that my hand itches to touch. She’s wearing something that darkens her eyes and draws attention to the cheerful color of her irises.
Her plump lips are ringed in a soft pink shade. Though the makeup is light and subtle, the dress demands attention. Thin straps lead to a snug bodice and a flowing skirt that stops at the knees. The heels she wears are sexy as all get out.
I’m speechless.
“Are you okay?”
She places a delicate hand on my arm. My eyes trace the point where her fingers make contact with the blazer. I need to swallow. I need to breathe. Breathing is important.
“I’m fine.” I clear my throat and stuff my hands into my packets.
Kendall glances about the busy room. “I didn’t expect the place to be this full, but then I haven’t been out in a while.”
She gazes down self-consciously.
“Right.”
When will I be capable of more than one-word answers?
Pull it together, man .
“Do you want to stay? It’s not very romant-”
The rest of her explanation is cut off when a boisterous couple sashays into the restaurant. The lovers are arguing loudly. They rudely knock into Kendall’s shoulder as they stalk toward the hostess.
Kendall totters on her heels and falls against my chest. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling on her beautiful face. She smells like flowers. I want to dip my nose to her neck and inhale deeply.
But I haven’t been so long departed from the norms of polite society to do so.
I smile when our eyes meet.
“What were you saying about romance?”
She laughs and the sound makes my day.
“Come on. Let’s see if we can squeeze into a corner. I know it’s not very private but the food is so worth it.”
I am content to follow after her when she grabs my hand and leads me forward. This confident, sexy woman can pull me anywhere she wants and I will follow without complaint.
I’ve never been in love. The idea of becoming vulnerable to another human being was always rather ludicrous to me. Matters of the heart only complicate life. Why expose yourself in the one place that can always be protected?
But tonight, pulling the chair out for Kendall and seating myself beside her, I finally understand why men go to war for love.
Chapter 13
K endall
Dang! This guy is foine !
I’m not a shallow person. At least, I don’t think I am. A handsome face can hide a deplorable character and vice versa, so I usually don’t judge people on their appearance. Unless I’m like… in a bad side of town in the middle of the night.
Then I judge. Hard.
The point is, I’m always telling people that looks don’t matter. Partially because I know I need to lose some pounds around, but mostly because I mean it. They don’t.
That being said, Alistair Howard cleans up good . The guy is wearing a jacket that just accentuates his broad shoulders. And what kind of deal
I press the fob and listen to the chirp that ensues.
“Alright, I got this,” I whisper.
As soon as I enter Paparrazi’s , I’m overwhelmed by the noise. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow which can account for the general chaos of the dining room. Uncomfortable with a room this populated, I back away and nearly stumble upon a beautiful woman in a red dress.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
I glance into her eyes and feel my heart beat quickening within my chest.
“Kendall?”
“Hi,” she smiles, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. “I’m sorry I’m late. My car needed to be coaxed before she could start.”
I nod mutely.
I’ve only had a handful of meetings with the beautiful Belizean. Every single time, Kendall had her hair up and wore a minimal amount of makeup. Tonight, this is not the case.
Kendal’s curly hair is spilling over her shoulders in tight brown ringlets. The curls are so mesmerizing that my hand itches to touch. She’s wearing something that darkens her eyes and draws attention to the cheerful color of her irises.
Her plump lips are ringed in a soft pink shade. Though the makeup is light and subtle, the dress demands attention. Thin straps lead to a snug bodice and a flowing skirt that stops at the knees. The heels she wears are sexy as all get out.
I’m speechless.
“Are you okay?”
She places a delicate hand on my arm. My eyes trace the point where her fingers make contact with the blazer. I need to swallow. I need to breathe. Breathing is important.
“I’m fine.” I clear my throat and stuff my hands into my packets.
Kendall glances about the busy room. “I didn’t expect the place to be this full, but then I haven’t been out in a while.”
She gazes down self-consciously.
“Right.”
When will I be capable of more than one-word answers?
Pull it together, man .
“Do you want to stay? It’s not very romant-”
The rest of her explanation is cut off when a boisterous couple sashays into the restaurant. The lovers are arguing loudly. They rudely knock into Kendall’s shoulder as they stalk toward the hostess.
Kendall totters on her heels and falls against my chest. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling on her beautiful face. She smells like flowers. I want to dip my nose to her neck and inhale deeply.
But I haven’t been so long departed from the norms of polite society to do so.
I smile when our eyes meet.
“What were you saying about romance?”
She laughs and the sound makes my day.
“Come on. Let’s see if we can squeeze into a corner. I know it’s not very private but the food is so worth it.”
I am content to follow after her when she grabs my hand and leads me forward. This confident, sexy woman can pull me anywhere she wants and I will follow without complaint.
I’ve never been in love. The idea of becoming vulnerable to another human being was always rather ludicrous to me. Matters of the heart only complicate life. Why expose yourself in the one place that can always be protected?
But tonight, pulling the chair out for Kendall and seating myself beside her, I finally understand why men go to war for love.
Chapter 13
K endall
Dang! This guy is foine !
I’m not a shallow person. At least, I don’t think I am. A handsome face can hide a deplorable character and vice versa, so I usually don’t judge people on their appearance. Unless I’m like… in a bad side of town in the middle of the night.
Then I judge. Hard.
The point is, I’m always telling people that looks don’t matter. Partially because I know I need to lose some pounds around, but mostly because I mean it. They don’t.
That being said, Alistair Howard cleans up good . The guy is wearing a jacket that just accentuates his broad shoulders. And what kind of deal
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