A Few Things about Love. Blake Griffin Fanfic pt. 2

;;Part 11

It was 6:30 and I still didn’t have my dress on. About 10 minutes ago, Blake let me know that he had to go pick up something, but I trusted that he’d be back before seven. I wasn’t sure if he was dressed already, but I wasn’t worried at all. I had my old iPod on Blake’s iPod dock and I was listening to my “I’m about to get sexy” playlist. I still needed to do my hair.

                I put it up into a classy type of updo. I was surprised that I even remembered how to do it; I haven’t done my hair like this since prom. After retouching up my makeup and putting on extra lotion, I slid my new dress over my new cheetah print strapless bra. And yes, I was wearing the matching bottoms as well.

                The dress looked even better now that I didn’t have bra straps showing. And it was even more scandalous after I realized that the discrete zipper was in the front. My hair style and black pumps went well with it, shit, even my makeup went well with it. I felt desirable. More desirable than I’ve ever felt. I smiled at myself in the mirror and before I got to admire myself even more, I checked the time.

                It was 6:58 and Blake wasn’t here yet.

        Shit, where is he? I grabbed my black hand purse and rushed down the stairs. I had this thing about being late to events. I can’t believe I lost track of time so easily.

        But when I got the last step on the stairs, Blake was already in front of the door.

        He looked up at me as soon as I stopped at the stairs. He adjusted his black tie and smirked so devilishly. I smiled at him; looking him up and down. He had on a black blazer with matching pants and a white button up shirt. He looked so smooth with the blazer open, and the way he was standing and looking at me now even added on to that.

         Goddamn it, Blake I thought. I caught him bite his bottom lip and watched his eyes sweep over my body. He smirked again, and I had to hold on to the staircase railing in case my knees gave out.

        “You are so damn gorgeous, Jordan.” He said, making his way toward me. He placed his hands on my hips and smiled down at me.

        “Oh, please-”

        “-No. Really.” He said, cutting me off. He pulled me closer. “I won’t let you say otherwise. I really like that dress on you.”

        If what he said didn’t do it, then his smile is what killed me.

        “Shut up and get your sexy ass into the car,” I said, trying to keep my cool. I brushed past him with a newfound pep in my step. He laughed and followed close behind.

        I purposely strutted like a diva to the car because I felt fucking fabulous.

        Blake liked the way I looked and I couldn’t ask for more.

        We went to the Santa Monica BOA, which was actually a steakhouse. But you couldn’t even tell that it was one because the place was absolutely stunning. It wasn’t packed, but then again, it wouldn’t have mattered because Blake and I had an exclusive booth on the second floor, with an amazing view of the ocean. The sun was barely there, but the reflection of the dark, fluffy clouds were on the water, and it made the whole scene look mysterious.

        Up here in our own little booth, no one could see us. Up here, Blake and I were virtually alone, yet still surrounded by the people below us. I don’t even think the other people here even knew who Blake was: I made sure to look around for stares and only a few glanced.

        Blake and I talked throughout the whole dinner, just like I expected. I asked him some basic questions first, just to break the ice. As if we were meeting for the first time.