The Blind Date Billionaire

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

At seven-forty that evening, for at least the hundredth time that day, Alexio Constavlos wondered what in the world he was doing participating in a blind date. He was not ignorant to his social standing and the fact he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe, if not the world. He was even fortunate enough to know he had not fallen short in the looks department, but knew even if he looked like a walking corpse, his prodigious wealth would have women flocking to him. So why then was he entertaining the ridiculous idea of a blind date?

Alexio sighed, accepting the only reason why. Pierre Duval had been a good friend of his father's before Theon Constavlos had passed away, and had extended that friendship to Alexio. He had been a worthy friend and business associate since Alexio took complete control of his father's shipping company when he was twenty, ten years ago.

Despite their friendship and seeing Pierre at various functions, he had not laid eyes on his daughter since she was eight years old on a brief visit to her father's chateau in Burgundy. He had been eighteen and as such had not paid much attention to her. He remembered a shy little girl with blonde curls and bright blue eyes who had stuck incessantly to her nanny. He learned later that Pierre had shipped her off to boarding school when the time came and Alexio had never seen her again.

Alexio had no interest in dating Chantal or anyone else, but more so in casual hook ups that lead to mutual satisfaction and an amicable separation when it suited him. Meeting with Chantal Duval was a tough pill to swallow but he would do so to please an old friend. Once they had shared a nice meal with some polite conversation, he would send her on her way and get back to his life; job done, case closed.

Alexio ordered a drink while he waited and when the waiter left to retrieve his order he spied another old friend entering the bar. Christos Giatrakos, a fellow businessman and Greek entered with his beautiful wife Lucilla, one of the infamous Chatsfield heirs. The bar hummed with their presence as the handsome couple floated through the bar, acknowledging various guests and friends. They approached him and exchanged pleasantries until their own dinner guests arrived and they excused themselves to the dining room to continue their evening.

At eight o clock exactly, Alexio lifted his eyes toward the bar entrance and saw a woman standing there. His breath instantly caught as he took in the splendour of her. From the cute button nose with a slight dusting of freckles across the bridge, that blossomed onto the tops of her cheeks, to a perfectly set mouth with plump lips, he completely drank her in. The crippling need to kiss every single one of those freckles then slide his tongue into that inviting mouth came as a frightening shock as he continued to caress her with his eyes. He took in the long thick eyelashes that framed big doe eyes the colour of Forget Me Nots. Her heart shaped face was framed by a large mass of dark brown curls that were currently swept over one shoulder and fell to just below her breasts.

She turned away from the bar as though to leave then turned back again, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she did so. An arrow of pure lust pierced him as Alexio imagined himself biting that lip then found he was rising from his chair and walking towards her. His gaze travelled the rest of her body, across the plump breasts beneath a smart but fitted long sleeved white blouse and the dip of her tiny waist. Below a rather cute pale pink mid length skirt that flared very femininely at her knees, were smooth tanned legs adorned with white pointed toe heels. He instantly imagined those legs wrapped around him while he took her to heights of unimaginable pleasure. She was breath taking and even more so close up as he finally reached her. Her eyes came to rest on him and he saw her appreciation and even recollection of him before she masked it with obvious caution.

"Excuse me but are you looking for someone?"

"Y-yes...but I'm not sure who." Alexio's mind was racing. Could he be that fortunate that this beauty was Pierre's daughter?

"Chantal?"

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive me, I was meant to be sitting at that table," he indicated the small table he had left that had a single pink rose in the centre so she could identify him. "My name is Alexio Constavlos."

"Ale...Y-you're the date?" her eyes widened and Alexio was once again lost in them.

"It would seem so. You are Chantal Duval, are you not?"

It seemed an age before she answered. He watched as she took her bottom lip into her mouth again then released it with a gentle sigh and replied,

"Yes. Yes I am."

With a smile and a gentle hand, Alexio led her back to the small table he had vacated and held out her chair for her. He watched her take the seat before signalling a waiter to bring him another whisky and a drink for her, and then took his seat beside her. After making her request, Chantal placed her hands in her lap and said nothing. He had believed her to be a blonde but this wonderful beauty had deep chocolate curls that were a direct contrast to her captivating eyes. Eyes that held the innocence of youth as an eight year old now held intensity and allure that enthralled him.

"Did you not see the rose?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I must have but not really seen anything." She said quietly, looking around her as though she were expecting someone.

"I saw your attempt to leave. I have to say, it would be the first time a woman planned to stand me up." The comment changed something in her as she finally looked up at him,

"All women fall at your feet do they?" Alexio realised his mistake,

"My apologies, that came out wrong. I only meant that this is a new experience for me."

"Me too...I've not been on many dates,"

"Since you left school?" she nodded slowly and looked around again.

"I must say I had expected a blonde. The last time I saw you, your hair was as bright as the sun...and straight," Chantal looked away from him and fiddled with her hair.

"I dyed it when I...when I left school," he nodded with a smile as the waiter arrived with their drinks and she gracefully took a sip.

She said nothing while she held the glass gingerly between her delicate fingers but he was content to observe her.

"How long will you be in London?"

"A week,"

"And then where will you go?"

"Paris...and you?" her answer pleased him and he took a sip of his malt whisky.

"I have some business to take care of before flying back to my home in Greece, also in a week's time. Perhaps we could see more of each other during that time?" Chantal looked as though he said something preposterous.

"Why would we want to do that?"

"The idea of seeing me after tonight upsets you?"

"Oh God no, I didn't mean that at all it's just..." he waited for her to finish but she said nothing.

"Just?"

"You don't know me, we've only just met. How do you know you'd like to see me again?"

"Believe me Chantal," he took hold of the hand that rested tightly in her lap. "There is nothing that would please me more, than to see you again after this evening." She smiled then, a genuine beautiful smile that had him thinking that at that moment, he would do anything in his power to make her smile at him that way, every day of his life.