The Writer's Love Affair

Episode 11: Date

A/N: Just five random chapters out of nowhere. You're welcome! x Weekly updates will start once I've marked my other book, "Falling for the Chase", as completed.

Episode 11: Date

Absolutely spellbound, Leslie gazed at the young woman staring back at her through the mirror.

She had an appearance of a renowned celebrity.

The strappy, floor-length, rose colored satin dress with a split, revealing her toned leg was simply stunning. It accentuated her curves in the right places and made the image of her twice as appealing.

Her round eyes drifted to the brunette hair which fell in soft waves past her shoulders and framed her face. She consciously tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing her expensive knob earrings. She had given extra attention to her makeup today since Noah had told her this was a formal event. Her efforts were outstanding to say the least. With all these years of having little interest in the emphasis of her own beauty, you'd think moments like these would take a village's help to come by.

When she finally snapped out of it, the woman let out a curse word at the clock striking six o'clock on the wall.

After grabbing her phone, she was careful in the nude heels on her feet while running down the stairs.

Her mouth dropped open when she saw the vehicle that the poet sent to escort her to his book launching event today. It was a sleek, black car which she was sure was the latest version of an Audi A3 S Line. It was one of the regulars being promoted on TV these days.

What surprised her more was when Noah Taylor himself came out of the car, designer suit and all.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning!" He gushed, eyes roaming Leslie in appreciation.

She blushed before approaching him.

"Didn't you say you couldn't come and personally pick me up today? What happened?"

"I delayed my speech by half an hour to make it here. I thought it would be very unflattering of me to invite you to my event and not see to it that you arrive safely."

Her hand rubbed at the nape of her neck. "You really didn't have to."

"Oh, trust me, I do."

His dark eyes shone with mischief and she couldn't hold back the next words upon noticing it.

"Noah," she started hesitantly. "I don't want you to be reading this entire occurrence of me attending your book launch in the wrong way."

His lips trembled with the temptation to burst out laughing.

"Trust me when I say you're not my type."

Ouch, she flinched at his brutal honesty.

Should she have been relieved or offended?

She didn't quite know.

Before there was time to ponder on it longer, he held out his hand towards her with a gentle smile.

"Now why don't you let me help you melt that iceberg of my best friend's heart?"

Her eyes widened.

How did he—

"I know a lot more than I let on, Leslie. You don't have to be looking at me as if you've seen a ghost because of my comment."

She tried to gather herself as quickly as possible.

"What makes you think that I'm interested in Christopher—I mean, Mr. Wells?" She eyed him with deep apprehension while swallowing harshly.

"You don't exactly do a good job at hiding it with how you look at him like he has some sort of halo effect hovering around." He snorted.