Sweet Temptations

Chapter 12

CHRISTINA'S POV

My jaw totally reached the ground the second I opened the door. If my relaxation mantra was effective before my actions, it wholly jumps out of the windows seeing the man before me.

"Good Evening my Sweet."

That alone can swoon any ladies present in the perimeter. Which I bet on my lucky stars, I'm the only female around the vicinity.

Never in my mind passed that Remy will set me up with his Boss. I say Boss because standing in front of me is no other than Blake Stanford.

"Wh-a-" clearing my throat of my involuntary speech disorder that just appeared this second, "What are you doing here?"

Blake was dressed in a custom made black suit 'probably Armani' with a white bottom down shirt. He has a bow tie sitting on his neck completing the whole dashing look and a matching Red handkerchief on his breast pocket. 

He is the epitome of a dapperly ogled-worthy Male species.

Then everything in me clicks.

"Jeremy....you sneaky little.." I muttered to myself, smiling like I haven't thought of ways to murder my best friend once his back.

I couldn't believe he just set me up with his boss.

"My Sweet, you look so enticing in that gown." He throws in the complement after his once over of my attire. His eyes have this sparks of approval of what is before him.

"T-thank you," I utterly replied. "You don't look too bad yourself."

When Remy told me he'll find me a date, I just thought he'll find me, someone he knew that could fit in the role. Never in my wildest dreams that he's gonna recruit his own Boss.

"Shall we?" Blake said. Lifting his left arm for me to take.

"Um..yeah." I instantly pull myself out of my doors unto his awaiting arm.

Channeling all my strength to walk straight with confidence in these heels. I might not be a supermodel but I'm born to rock this dress tonight.

"I hope I cut onto your standards to be your date this evening," Blake announced in the air in his deep baritone voice that sends goosebumps all over my body.

'More than you know' I internally thought. I didn't voice that out in fear of embarrassing myself this early.

So I just send him an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Stan—"

"Blake. Please call me Blake my Sweet. I think we're past that don't you agree?" cutting me off with a smirk on his face, on me calling him his last name.

His last question reminds me of the kiss we shared in my kitchen. A creeping blush starts to form in my face making him release a chuckle.

Continuing our way to his car, he helped me inside like a gentleman before he takes the other side to drive us to the venue.

I faced him to ask, "Did Remy told you the details of this party?"

He nodded, "He told me he couldn't find you a last-minute date. So when I asked him about it, he said it was for your sister's engagement party. I was free and so I volunteered."

"Thank you." I told him sincerely, "It means a lot to me."

The car ride was silent. Good silent. Each on our mind, thinking what this night will bring.

I can't stop to cast a glance his way every once in a while. Him wearing suits at work makes him all the smart businessman he is. But this one, this one looks sharp on his frame. Making me want to know what's beneath the soft fabric that hugs him like a second skin.