BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 29: Harry Planned For Us

Chapter 29: Harry Planned For Us

Harry left early this morning, bubbling with enthusiasm for the day he had planned for us. The mystery of what awaits has me on the edge of my seat, excitement coursing through me. It's almost surreal to think I'm about to be, in a way, his very first real date. Given Harry's reputation, the man known to turn heads and drop jaws with just a glance, it's no shocker that traditional dates weren't his norm. He's the kind of guy who wouldn't need to invest much effort; his charm alone could seal the deal, leading to fleeting encounters that never saw the light of day.

Resisting the urge to act on my impulses was a battle this morning. Harry, in all his effortless perfection, stood mere inches from me, his chest bare and inviting. The temptation to trace my fingers across his skin, to explore the contours that seemed sculpted just to torment me, was nearly overpowering.

And then, there was that amusing moment as he left. Harry, usually so composed, was muttering under his breath, caught in a loop of frustration and disbelief. He couldn't fathom that after years of tension, he finally had me in his bed, yet we were parting without crossing that final threshold. I heard him pacing, swearing softly to himself between the bedroom and the hallway, torn between desire and the day ahead. With a final, reluctant step, he left my apartment, his parting words lingering in the air about eagerly awaiting our reunion.

Preparing for our date, I was a bundle of nerves and excitement, determined to look my very best. I ventured into my closet, a space filled with choices, yet my decision was swift. My gaze landed on a breathtaking red backless dress, one I'd reserved for truly special occasions. It was bold, captivating, and I instinctively knew it would leave an indelible mark on the evening.

Crafted from a silk-like fabric, it embraced my form, tracing my curves with precision and care, each line of the dress designed to enhance the natural silhouette of my body. The bodycon style of the dress promised confidence and allure, wrapping me in an air of sophisticated glamor from the neckline down to the hem.

Sleeveless, it bared my shoulders, offering a canvas for the statement necklace I had chosen with deliberation. This piece of jewelry, bold yet elegant, was the perfect complement to the dress, adding a touch of sophistication. The neckline, modest in its cut, carried a hint of allure, masterfully balancing elegance with a subtle hint of sensuality.

Yet, it was the open back that truly defined the dress. Plunging gracefully to just above the lower curve of my back, it was a statement of tasteful seduction. This feature, neither too revealing nor overly conservative, lent a dramatic flair to my ensemble, ensuring that the dress wasn't just seen but remembered.

Standing before the mirror, slipping into this masterpiece, I couldn't help but pause, caught up in the reflection that met my gaze. The dress, with its perfect fit, the striking shade against my skin, and the bold yet elegant open back, came together in a vision of beauty. It was an embodiment of elegance and allure, and I was certain it would capture Harry's attention entirely, leaving an indelible mark on the night ahead.

Adding the final touches to my look, I stepped into a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals, their red hue a perfect match for the dress, embodying the night's theme of passion and elegance. Clutching a purse of the same vibrant red, I felt my ensemble click into place, the polished finish of my outfit reflecting the excitement bubbling within me. My hair, styled in soft, flowing waves, added a touch of grace to my overall appearance, while my makeup—subtle yet striking—highlighted my best features, promising allure with every glance.

The air was electric with anticipation, my pulse quickening with every second that ticked closer to Harry's arrival. When the sleek black limousine finally glided to a stop outside my place, a wave of exhilaration washed over me. This was it, the moment we'd both been waiting for.

The sound of his knock was like a starting bell, sending my heart racing. As I swung the door open, the look on Harry's face said it all. His eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took me in. "Bella... you look absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice carrying a weight of awe. His gaze roamed over me, appreciating every detail from the dress that clung to my curves to the way my hair cascaded over my shoulders.

I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, the tension melting away under his earnest admiration. "And you, Harry, look like you've stepped out of a magazine cover," I shot back, letting my eyes wander over his body. The black suit he wore was tailored to perfection, hinting at the strength underneath without being overt.

He laughed at that, the sound rich and warm. "For you, I had to step up my game," he said, offering me his arm. "Shall we?"

As we made our way to the limousine, Harry paused before opening the door for me, his gesture filled with an old-world charm that sent butterflies through my stomach. "Tonight is all about us, Bella. I want it to be perfect," he said, his voice soft but filled with an emotion that tugged at my heartstrings.

Settling into the plush luxury of the limousine, I was immediately struck by the attention to detail he'd lavished on the interior. The ambient lighting cast a soft, warm glow throughout, the chilled champagne suggested a hint of celebration, and there, an array of my favorite snacks spread out before us, seemed to whisper his thoughtfulness into the space.

My gaze landed on my favorite candy, and I couldn't resist. "Harry, could you pass me that candy? I absolutely adore these," I remarked, my anticipation evident.

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "I know. That's exactly why I included them. I've seen how you get when your mid-evening sugar craving hits," he teased, his laughter mingling with mine.

I shot back playfully, "Well, I'm glad you've noticed. Without my sugar fix, I sometimes feel like slapping someone for no reason," I joked, my voice tinged with mock seriousness yet softened by an undercurrent of admiration. I leaned in closer, drawn by the playful banter.

"That's precisely why I keep this candy stashed in every corner of my office—so I never fall victim to one of those slaps," he quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I laughed, shaking my head. "I would never actually slap you," I protested, only to be met with his devilish grin.

Oh? In that case, how would you feel about me giving you a spank on my desk?" His words, laced with mischief and a teasing glint in his eyes, sent a rush of warmth across my cheeks. The thought alone was enough to leave me utterly flustered, my imagination running wild with the playful scenario he'd suggested.

Heat suffused my skin, a tangible buzz of arousal coursing through me, leaving me both flustered and fervently alive. My cheeks burned with a blush so deep, I had to turn away, hoping to conceal the vivid redness that I knew betrayed my inner turmoil.

I let out a nervous laugh, my mind racing to keep up with the sudden shift in our dynamic. "You're incorrigible," I managed to say, striving for a tone of playful reprimand while my heart thudded wildly against my ribcage, caught in a whirlwind of excitement and apprehension.

"Come here, let me show you just how much," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of a seductive promise. As he drew me closer, his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Drawing in a deep breath, he inhaled the scent of my skin, murmuring, "You smell so good," his words a warm exhale against my neck, enveloping me in a cocoon of intimacy and desire. The warmth of his touch spiraled through me, waves of comfort mingling with the electric thrill of anticipation.