The Meeting

Chapter 19 - Prove it to me

“Where are we going?” I ask from the back seat of the Range Rover.

“Mr. Hunt’s residence,” he responds smoothly. “I’m surprised you don’t remember the way there Miss Strand.”

I’m not surprised at all. The first time I went there, I was in the back of a limousine and my attention was very much focused on Damien’s hand on my leg. The second time, I was drunk and drugged, so details are more than a little fuzzy. There was, of course, the time I showed up there and found Miranda in his house. It was a not-so-pleasant experience which my mind chooses not to recall too much of. How I made my way there in the first place is a mystery.

I watch the as the mountains come in to view and the scenery starts to become more familiar to me. The sun is hiding behind the clouds today and I cross my fingers that it isn’t a bad omen for me. With that thought, my nerves start to come to play. I fidget in my seat and tap my fingertips against my knee. Will things go back to how they were? I briefly wonder if we would have sex. I can feel my body clench in anticipation. Jesus, it’s only been a few days and I can’t think of anything I want more than to climb into his bed. Hopefully he wants me just as bad.

I glance down to adjust my shirt. What am I wearing? Ugh, could I have picked anything less sexy? I’m wearing black sweatpants and a neon pink tank top, yet I don’t even remember putting them on this morning. I pull out a small mirror from my purse and groan when I see my hair. It’s piled on the top of my head in a god awful messy ponytail; the kind I always make fun of girls for having. God… What would be the chances of a clothes store around here? I’m guessing slim to none. I’m seriously thinking about going through my wardrobe and burning all the embarrassing clothes in there.

We pull into a long driveway lined with pine trees and my heart jumps up my throat. Oh crap, we’re here. I pull my hair down and run my fingers through it, hoping to make it look the sexy kind of messy. I pull some lip gloss out of my bag and smooth it onto my lips. Here’s to hoping that he loves me for my personality.

The car comes to a stop outside the front door and I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves. Rhodes pulls the door open and I slide out, bringing my purse with me. Rhodes nods at me and closes the door behind me, before climbing back in and abandoning me in front of Damien’s house. So much for protecting me.

I roll my eyes and walk up the stepping stone pathway to the large, familiar, wooden door. I haven’t even knocked yet and the door is swinging open to Damien’s half-naked body. He has on a pair of grey sweatpants and his hair is tousled and messy around his face.

He looks me up and down and smirks, beckoning me inside. My eyes are raking all over his toned torso greedily as if I would never see it again. You never know, right?

“I was going to say sorry for not being ready in time, but I see we’re kind of matching, so I retract that statement.”

“Yes, please do,” I say whilst biting my lip. He laughs at that.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, your view from up here is phenomenal,” I respond, gesturing toward the large window. I he lifts his hands in surrender and backs off. My gaze drops to his very low pants and rests on the beautiful V, formed by his pelvic muscle, which makes my knees feel weak. Good job he turns and walks into the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.

“So, do you want a coffee?”

“A coffee?”

“Yea, a caffeinated beverage; it comes in the form of a cappuccino, lattee, mocha-“

“Yea, yea, okay smart ass, I’ll have a latte,” I respond whilst rolling my eyes. “I just didn’t think that would be the first question you would ask me.”