Grabbing Hold (The Motorcycle Kid #1)

3. Fiancée

Edited as of November 2017.

Audrey Greslin, soon-to-be Mrs. Derek Daniel, liked to think she was absolutely beautiful- flawless, even. With her smooth, long, tan legs, flat stomach, delicate yet slender curves, and a more than modest bosom, it was not an exaggeration. She was the classic kind of beautiful, the kind men fought to have and women wanted to be. 

Staring into the mirror, stunning blue eyes looked back at her, and blonde hair that fell almost to her waist was carefully coiffed into an intricate updo. Makeup highlighted her already lovely features.

Audrey let out a sigh of annoyance as the housemaid Lorraine put the final touches on her floor-length gown. It was a soft baby blue thing, strewn with gems and pearls which lightly touched the ground when she walked. She wore a pair of six-inch silver heels, matching the silver teardrop earrings she wore.

"So? What do you think?" she questioned.

Lorraine bowed her head respectfully.

"It's lovely, Miss Greslin," she said.

Audrey frowned.

"Not the dress, Lorraine. Me. How do I look?"

The maid rolled her eyes, wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead. She let out a cough.

"Absolutely stunning, if I do say so myself."

Audrey smiled, shoving her way past the other woman. Her engagement party was going to be splendid. Absolutely splendid.

Invitations had been sent out, catering organized. The party was set to take place downstairs in the main area of Derek Daniel's two-million dollar Los Angeles home in less than an hour.  She would need to be there to greet the guests, who would be there any minute.

In truth, Audrey Greslin was ecstatic about her engagement. After two painfully long years of uncertainty, Derek had finally proposed. It eased her insecurities, though she wasn't sure the proposal had had the same effect on him.

As for the wedding, though, Audrey was beyond the planning stage. In her humble opinion, she and Derek were already married, and all they needed was a fabulous wedding ceremony to top it all off. She'd already been to the second fitting of her twenty-five thousand-dollar wedding dress, and yes, she knew she had seriously expensive taste.

"Derek!" Audrey yelled suddenly, pushing a stray blonde curl out of her face as she called for her fiancé.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

Derek Daniel was a handsome man, for forty-three. He had just a hint of greying hair at the otherwise brown roots, slight wrinkles from too many days of hard work, but he was incredibly good-looking, with deep blue eyes and a strong, angular frame. He stood at just over six feet, and now, dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a white dress shirt that was open at the collar, one could easily point out the resemblance between him and his eldest son, Elliott.

"Wow," he breathed out, his voice warm with desire. Audrey batted her eyes, taking his arm. He automatically pulled her close.

"How does it look?" she asked, somewhat shyly.

"You look amazing," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"You don't look half bad yourself," Audrey commented, and he grinned. "You clean up surprisingly well."

"Why thank you, Audrey. I appreciate the compliment," he whispered huskily into her ear. She shivered, but shoved him away.

"You can show me all your appreciation after our engagement party." She patted his chest.