He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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I crash through the front door, my heart running at what can only be at least a hundred times faster than I have been to get home.
Hailey turns to me from the kitchen, her eyes filled with confusion. "Mia? You okay?" Hey eyebrow quirks, the spatula she holds dripping with tomato sauce.
I nod, taking a second to catch my breath. "Yeah. I've sort of agreed to go on a date tonight. With Grayson." I look to the floor, picturing Hailey's gaping smile that is surely tormenting me. I wouldn't usually dive into conversation about men this quick—rather I would discuss how my first day at work went—but time is not on my side.
"Mia Thorpe!" Hailey chokes. She places the spatula onto the counter, her body now twisting in my direction, her green eyes wider than I'm used to seeing them. "When did this happen? How did this happen? Where are you going and what are you guys going to do?"
I'm not even sure how to start answering Hailey's list of never-ending list of questions, but, biting down on my lip, I give it a good go. "He's picking me up here...at 8pm."
"Get out! Seriously?"
"Yeah," I mumble. "But I don't know the plans. I'm fact, I have no idea about anything that we're doing tonight."
Draining the water from her pasta, Hailey looks as though she could screech with excitement at any second. "So, the dude has a car?!"
I shrug. "I guess. I'm not sure."
I look the the oven clock, panicking at the sight of the time; I have an hour to get ready.
"Oh my god!" Hailey breathes, her smile stretching from ear to ear as she twirls a fork into the pasta. "Okay, you absolutely have to tell me everything!"
I nod. "Yeah, sure, whatever. But I've really got to get ready now, sorry Hailey!"
Throwing my bag to the floor, I hurl myself up the stairs and ignore further teasing from Hailey. I know she'll be dying to find out more information, but right now I need to focus on what the hell to wear to a date with a man who is, quite frankly, out of this world.
No, out of this universe.
Is this really happening? Is Grayson Cooper going to pick me up tonight from my house? Am I going on a date with the most handsome man I've ever come across? Has he seen me? I'm way out of his league—surely everyone can see that? Right?
My overthinking and endless questioning isn't helping anything right now, but I'm struggling to comprehend any of this. In many ways, I'm preparing myself to wake up from this dream at any second.
I tap my phone against my knee as I take a seat at the edge of my bed, knowing that I need to text Grayson my address. Why is a simple text such a hard and nerve-wracking task for me when it comes to this man? I only need to tell him my address—nothing more—so why am I making a big issue out of this?
