“Because I refuse to hang up now that I know you’re so adamant about this.” I hope he’s smiling in this brief pause that keeps me on edge before he replies.
“See you soon, Lydia.”
“Can’t wait,” I say through a grin, and then he hangs up. The easiest win today. Perhaps I’ll wrap up this mission earlier than expected.
10
ROMEO
Ican’t believe Lydia agreed to go out with me tonight. Well, I can, Why wouldn’t she want to? But it's the most interesting feeling that I have brewing inside me. She’s different, I know that. Different from any other girl I’ve ever been with. I know it’s probably because she’s hotter than all of them and mostly because I want to fuck her. Doesn’t really matter, though, does it? Because tonight, she is hanging out with me.
Annoyingly, I’ve got to go back home before my stupid scouting shit tonight. I’m really trying not to get irritated by it. I was just hoping for action from my missions, not busy work. It’s fine, though. Only for a week, and then I get to spend more time with Lydia. Tonight I invited her because she seems like the type of girl who needs to be slowly unwrapped. I could tell that by the way she ran out of the car last night the moment it stopped.
If I hope to fuck her over the weekend, I’ll need to put in some real effort. Plus, she looks good on my arm, and I’ve got front rows to the Lakers game, so I can’t take just anyone. My agent sent me the tickets after my meeting with Vince. Anything I can do to distract myself from that shit-show, I’ll do.
I’m completely in custom Miu Miu— slick, silky blue slacks, cream chunky knit sweater, platform sneakers. My hair is wild as always, so I scrunch some pomade through it and spray myself with cologne. I’m a bit of a cologne enthusiast, and this one is a favorite of mine.Roja Haute Luxe— a warm scent with spicy, toddy undertones.
After I realize I have about five minutes before I need to leave, I hastily head out of my room and down the steps, shoes bouncing off the marble until I reach the bottom. Knox is waiting for me at the door, and I am thankful he doesn’t give me a judgmental look for my inability to manage time well.
As we walk through the door, one of the guys leading our scouting mission tonight calls out, “Don’t forget to be back before midnight, Cinderella!” And some of the other boys laugh as the door slams. I almost turn around, but I genuinely have no time, plus Knox does give me a look this time.
I clench my jaw in response and shake it off as we enter the car. The drive is long, but it’s nothing compared to the full week I have doing patrol. Fuck, I wish I would have just ignored Vince’s message last night. Waved it off because it was crazy, and turns out he’s crazy because it isn’t at all what he insinuated he had asked me to do.
Before I can get too huffed about the entire thing all over again, we come to a stop in front of Lydia’s apartment. I hop out and spot some wildflowers on the way up to the front door. I pick a couple and tie them together with a thick blade of grass before continuing to the door. It opens before I’ve even touched the handle, and there she is. Gorgeous, lean, auburn hair shiny and long.
“Hi!” She beams, her short white cotton dress waving at me before I can catch my breath. I look her up and down before I can bring myself to say anything. The dress ties in bows at either shoulder, a simple bust and silhouette that shows off her radiant skin, and she’s wearing white Prada sneakers.
She looks so fucking hot it takes my breath away. Legs a mile long, even in the sneakers, perfect breasts–I have half a mind to say fuck the Lakers game and back her up into the apartment, so I can fuck her with the dress on and then rip it off, but after her dismissal the other night, I know the pot might need a little more sweetening. I want her just as enthusiastic as she was on the Ferris wheel when I finally get her in bed–or on whatever surface we wind up doing it on for the first time.
“You look spectacular.” I smile genuinely, handing her the little bouquet of flowers because I know girls love things like this. All I do is pay attention to my sisters when they talk, and I’m pretty much golden— in terms of wooing women. She looks down at it, and I think her eyes are glossy. Shit, I didn't intend to make her cry.
“Uhm.” I clear my throat, and she shakes her head, taking the flowers graciously.
“Thank you.” She smiles and points to the car.
“Should we get going?”
“Oh, yes.” I laugh and reach for her hand, but she turns to lock the door, and I rapidly retreat, shoving my hands in my pocket before she begins her walk with me to the car.
“Hi, Knox!” She greets Knox as I help her into the car.
“Hello, Ms. Royce. How are you this evening?”
“I’m fine, thank you. Yourself?”
I close the door and round the car to get in my side. Most of the car ride is silent, but every once in a while, I’ll catch Lydia looking at me. But when I look back, she turns her head. It's a stupid game, but I like it because, for a fleeting moment, I get to stare at her beauty without her thinking I’m being completely weird for just gawking. Yet, I could gawk at this woman forever, and it would never be enough time to take in her beauty.
Eventually, I slide across the seat, knowing she thinks I’m still on the other side of the car. I wait for her to turn her head again, and sure enough, in a moment, she does. A little yelp escapes from her mouth, and she covers it. I laugh and take her hand, removing it from her plump red lips. Her long lashes bat at me; like a fox, her eyes hold mine, upturned and soft. I look between her eyes and mouth, attempting to find flaws that do not exist. She really is the most perfect being.
I feel us leaning in, see it happening, but I can’t stop it. I haven’t had a second date in years (one and done). I guess there are no rules and everything in me feels like planets succumbing to the pull of gravity, and she’s the center.
Her lips brush against mine before I’ve decided on my move, and I’m out of my element, but I should be in it. This is what has defined me for a long time now— fucking hot models.
“Are you going to kiss me?” She whispers.
“Not yet,” I tell her with a grin. “We’ll see how the night goes.”
She playfully punches me in the arm. “You–”