Lake lets out a chuckle and walking over to me, hands me the box. I sit down on the couch and taking a heel from the box, I have to admit they are gorgeous.
Four inches. I’m sure I can manage it without falling flat on my face.
The blush color Nappa leather around the edges of the black heel gives it the perfect finish to match the dress I’m wearing.
I slip them onto my feet and carefully get up. After taking a couple of steps, I smile at Lake.
“Beautiful,” he compliments me with a warm smile which reaches all the way to his eyes.
“My hair and other stuff okay?” I ask. I didn’t do anything fancy with my makeup, and my hair’s just hanging in loose curls down my back.
“You really look stunning,” Kingsley gives her opinion. “Let’s get going, or we’ll be very late. I’ll let you all out,” she says to the team Lake called on for help.
While Kingsley is busy, I walk closer to Lake and placing a hand on his shoulders, I stretch up on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Lake. You’re always saving me.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyes focus on someone behind me, and I’m assuming it’s Kingsley, but then he says, “You’re back. Did you forget something?”
Glancing over my shoulder I see it’s Falcon, and I feel something ripple through me because he looks devastatingly handsome in the navy tuxedo he’s wearing.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asks, his eyes moving from me to Lake.
“No, Lake was just doing me a huge favor,” I answer, not wanting any misunderstandings. Looking back to Lake, I smile, “I’ll see you at the hall. Thanks again for everything you do for me.”
While I walk to the door where Falcon is still standing, Kingsley’s head pops up behind his shoulder. “You coming?”
“Yes.” Falcon’s eyes glide over me, and when he doesn’t move out of the way, I stop in front of him. “Can I squeeze by quickly?”
He nods slightly and turns sideways, which means I literally have to squeeze by him. The aftershave he’s wearing smells so damn good, and I take a deep breath. The hair on my right arm feels as if they’re hypersensitive when I brush past him.
Every time I see Falcon, my attraction toward him grows, and I seriously don’t understand it because he infuriates me way more than the scarce moments we manage to get along.
Last week when he held me until I fell asleep feels like a distant dream.Chapter 10FalconFuck my life, her dress isn’t helping.
I’ve been fighting this damn attraction between Layla and me all week because let’s face it, us dating will create one hell of a shit storm. Mother will have a heart attack and Father… I’m not sure what his reaction will be if I date his PA’s daughter.
I stare after Layla as she walks with Kingsley to the elevators, and practically drink in the smooth pale skin of her bare back like a drowning man.
“How long do you intend on fighting your feelings?” Lake asks, and leaning against the wall with his shoulder, he crosses his arms over his chest.
“What feelings?” I mumble, my eyes rushing back to Layla. They’re waiting for the doors to open and she laughs at something Kingsley says.
How can someone get more beautiful every time you see them?
Lake waves his hand in front of my face, yanking my attention to him. “What feelings?” he asks, giving me an incredulous look. “I thought we had this talk. Are you still going to deny it?”
“Nope, I’m just going to ignore it,” I say, and walking into the suite, I go to my room to grab my phone where I forgot it on my bed.
“Why?” Lake asks the second I come out of my room.
“Because it won’t work.”
“Why?”
I give Lake a look as we leave the suit. “Drop it already.”
Again he begins to form the word with his mouth.
“You know why,” I say, stopping him from asking. “I might be giving my mother shit about her wanting me to marry Serena, but bringing a girl like Layla home would be suicidal.”
“So you’re going to marry Serena?” Lake asks, and grabbing hold of my elbow, he forces me to stop walking. “We had a deal. I agreed to the arranged marriage. Mason agreed to joining CRC. We did that for you, Falcon.” Lake’s eyes lock on mine, and I know now is not the time to brush him off or to fuck around. “All you needed to do was focus on getting the new business off the ground.”
“I’m not marrying Serena,” I say so he’ll stop worrying. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I give it a squeeze. “But that doesn’t mean I can marry just anyone.”
“Yes, you can. That was the condition. I’m bringing the business deal in with my marriage to Lee-ann. You and Mason don’t have to worry about that,” Lake argues his point.