I dropped to my knees. “Sure, any help would be great.” I moaned “Including taking a pair of scissors to my hair.”
He was very gentle and meticulous as he unraveled my hair from the sequins one strand at a time until I was freed Finally standing up, I found myself eyes to lips—my eyes to his sexy pair of lips that had the cutest dimples just to each side. I hesitantly glanced up and met humored green eyes. What else could I do but laugh myself.
This is going to suck, so just don’t look at him. Come on. Does he have to smell so good too?
“You’re a lifesaver,” I said lightheartedly, touching his arm. I quickly realized what I’d done, snatched my hand back, and wrapped my hair around my hand.
“Well, I’ve heard that before, but that was my very first experience with sequins,” he said, mesmerized by her eyes,
“My first as well. My hair is usually tied up, and my Uggs are normally much shorter and less flashy,” I said, talking way too fast and trying not to stare at his adorable dimples. I couldn’t help laughing since it was so ridiculous. “Just so you know, one of my worst nightmares… just happened.”
Mr. Dimples gave me a look, causing me to blush and fidget with my hair.
This brought out those dimples again.
I remembered I was here in New York for a very important reason. I backed away, making a mess of an attempt at a quick exit. No since meeting someone who would distract me, and this guy would definitely be a distraction.
I didn’t know what to say, but ultimately, I didn’t have to say anything. My phone rang in my purse.
He nodded to it. “You have to get that, and I have to catch a train.” He picked up his briefcase to leave. “Thanks for the laugh. I really needed it. Enjoy New York.” Then he slowly turned to walk away.
“Hey, why’d you say to enjoy New York?” I asked, smiling at him with my cell still ringing in my hand. Knowing it was a stupid question but wanting to say something.
He half turned in my direction.
“That beautiful accent and the suitcase.” He paused. “You should smile all the time. It’s quite radiant.” .
How crazy to meet a cute guy with a sense of humor right when I can’t have him.
I lifted the still ringing cell to my ear and gave a finger wave to my hero.
“Hey, Chloe. Sorry I didn’t call. I’m okay. How’s Sophie
Chapter 2
PARKER
Ipulled the hood of my trench coat up over my head and snapped the wind guard in place to block the brutal winds coming off the sound. Hurrying as always, I dropped my empty coffee cup into the trash as I exited the train station in Greenwich, Connecticut. A gust of wind whipped through the trees, taking in its path a slew of golden leaves. I tucked my left hand deep into my coat pocket, wishing I’d been smart enough to put my gloves on before I got off the train. Normally I’d have been in my limo, but my driver was sick, so I ordered a temporary driver.
I was ready to be done traveling today. It’d been a long day already and it was only one o’clock in the afternoon, but when your day starts at five a.m., one o’clock can feel like midnight. I was supposed to read through a briefing before I got to my parents’ house to meet with Dad, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind kept going to the adorable Australian tangled in her boots. I should have asked for her number or her name, at least.
I should have asked for Australia’s number. Right, like your good at that. When’s the last time you just asked some random woman for her number? Trey would’ve already been on a date with her. I really need to pay more attention when big brother is hitting on the ladies.
Mom had sent me a text that she’d cancelled my car service pickup, which meant only one thing—she wanted to talk about something without Dad listening in. Which meant she was picking me up.
My Apple watch phone chimed one fifteen, reminding me to prepare for my next conference call.
Let’s go, Mother. I don’t like freezing my ass off waiting. Why did I let her talk me into taking the train instead of the car service?
“Hey, Siri text Mom. I’m here and if you’re much longer, you’ll need an icepick to get me in the car,” I said to my wrist like a secret agent.
Nothing like sounding like a tool, Parker. Why don’t you leave that to your brothers. It’s definitely not you.
A text chimed in from Mom.
Running behind from my meeting. Should be there in about ten minutes. I don’t have an icepick on me so stay inside. Sorry.
Greenwich Station was no Grand Central, but there was a kiosk with coffee.