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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Hailey zips up the back of my navy blouse as I pat a light layer of blusher across my pale cheeks.
Standing in the mirror, studying my outfit for the night, I can't help but worry I'm underdressed. My blue denim jeans somewhat compliment the dark blouse I decided on, but I'm not sure if the lace-up boots go entirely.
"Do I look okay?" I ask with a sigh. "I never know what you're supposed to wear to your manager's birthday meal." I run my fingers through my long brown hair, wondering whether to flip it to the side or keep it parted in the middle.
Hailey giggles, her eyes rolling as she strokes eyeliner across her eyelids. "You look fine, Mia—beautiful, actually. You don't need to go all dressed up to a work's meal, so you look perfect."
Hailey's going out with Holly tonight to a cocktail bar or something, and as usual she looks flawless in her ripped black jeans and white crop top.
"Okay, thanks," I say, deciding on a middle parting. "I've gotta go."
"Have a great time Mia!"
"Thanks!"
Outside, I throw my leather jacket around me and start to the bus stop.
I made sure to buy Michael a birthday card, and Jenny has organised a joint present from us all—I think she bought him some expensive whisky that he likes. Though I'm glad she sorted it; I would have had no idea what to buy him, so throwing ten pounds into a joint pot seemed easy enough.
When I hop off at Leicester Square, I suck in a breath and saunter across the wide roads that are swarming with people enjoying a night out.
At the sight of Plasma, I smile, the place no longer filling me with anxiety.
Things between Grayson and I have been nothing short of amazing recently. We've only seen each other in person a couple of times this week, but he never fails to surprise me with the a call or cute message before I go to sleep. Once our relationship status changed, it was like our efforts did too.
In the distance, I'm relieved to spot Smith's Steakhouse, hurdling myself to the door to relieve myself from the cold.
Inside, loud, bouncy music reverberates off the walls and the strong yet succulent smell of steak fills the air.
The place is brimming, laughter echoing from every direction. Through the crowds, I can't spot our table.
"Mia, over here!" Someone shouts.
Turning, I'm grateful for Danny's smile, ushering me to the large booth they've occupied next to the window.
"Hey!" I say, taking a seat next to Danny.
At the sight of everyone else, I'm thankful that they're dressed just as casually as I am.
"Hey, Mia," Michael says, his flat lips stretched. "I'm so glad you could make it."
