Elliot only wants me for sex and I have to lie to Edgar for him to even talk to me.
I angrily swipe the tears away so I can read his messages.
I know it’s bad; my life is a mess.
My phone rings and the name Elliot lights up the screen, and my heart somersaults in my chest.
“Hello.” I smile as I answer it. I haven’t spoken to him since I called him to say thank you for my flowers a few days ago.
“Hi,” his deep, sexy voice replies.
“How are you?” I ask. It feels good to hear his voice. I mean, I message Edgar every day but he doesn’t know it’s me.
“I’m back in London.”
I frown. “I thought you were getting back next week.”
“I couldn’t wait to see you.”
My mouth drops open in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I’ll pick you up at seven tonight?”
I smile. “Okay.”
“See you then.”
He hangs up and I put my hands over my mouth.
Holy shit . . . he couldn’t wait to see me.
I stare at myself in the full-length mirror in awe. I’m pimped up to the nines and I like what I see.
Daniel has had a field day picking out my clothes for tonight—we shopped up a storm today. I’m wearing a black fitted dress with spaghetti straps and nude stilettos; my blonde hair is out and full and I have natural makeup on.
I may have also had a little spray tan and I hope he doesn’t notice. I don’t want to appear like I’m trying too hard.
It’s just turned seven when the headlights pull up out the front, and I put on my long black coat and make my way downstairs.
Daniel’s door opens and I point to him in a warning. “Don’t come out here.”
“Have fun.”
I blow him a kiss and he waves, before closing his bedroom door again. I asked them to stay in their rooms while Elliot picked me up, just for tonight. It’s awkward enough without adding other people to the mix.
He knocks at the door and I close my eyes—here we go.
I open the door in a rush and there he stands: black jeans, grey shirt, and a blazer.
His dark hair is messed to perfection and his big, blue eyes smile as he sees me.
“Hi,” I breathe.
He steps forward and takes me firmly into his arms and kisses me, no hello, no warning.
Just lips, and suction, and oh hell . . . I’ve had a good night already.
Chapter 10
He stands back and with my hand in his, he holds it up while his gaze drops to my toes and back up to my face. “You look beautiful,” he whispers.
I smile softly.
He kisses me again. “Let’s go, before I eat my dessert before dinner.”
He leads me out to the Bentley and opens the rear door and I slide in.
The driver nods in a greeting, and Elliot slides into the seat beside me.
“Andrew, this Kate.”
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
Andrew pulls out into the traffic and Elliot holds my hand on his lap; his thumb dusts back and forth over it as if he’s deep in thought.
“How was New York?” I whisper. Can Andrew hear what we are saying? This is weird, having someone listen to our conversation.