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lap; I was overwhelmed with weird emotions washing over me.
I turned sideways to look at him. Shades on, he looked like a sexy man from a car commercial, just a tad bit more good looking.
H e resembles Gaspard Ulliel or Christiano Ronaldo. That’s how deadly he looks. I suppose the Latin coloring and charm contributed from his Italian mother and when he speaks Italian …total major turn on.
And his eyes, his eyes are another dynamic. Blake has the most unusual eyes, midnight blue rimmed silver with flecks of scattered gold in the middle. When he’s angry, his eyes turn almost black making those scattered gold flecks stand out. It’s like staring at the Milky Way galaxy—s ucking you in , until you’re lost in them. It’s spellbinding and disconcerting at the same time.
“Are you done checking me out, Sienna?” giving me a sideway glance and diverting back to the traffic ahead.
Busted.
“Not yet, just give me a few more minutes; I’m sure by then, I will have memorized all your flaws,” I quipped back.
I was a tad mortified that he caught me staring wide-eyed at him. “Are we almost there?” I drastically needed to change the subject back to safer ground.
“Yes, few minutes or so . Then you can sleep, my sweet, into the abyss just as long as you promise not to snore,” smiling tenderly at my horrified expression.
“Ha! I do not snore!” I pinched at his leg.
“Owwww.” Blake yelped but had his god-like smile in check. Dreamy is more like it. I hate it that he has a way of disarming me with that smile.
As promised, after a few minutes, we arrived at our destination outside the upscale hotel in Knightsbridge. Getting out of the sexy Aston Martin, he handed the car keys to the valet attendant and tended to me. With a hand on my back, he gently guided me to the hotel spa.
“Aw, h ow you read my mind, Knightly! Thank you! Thank you!”
“I hope t his will make up for all the energy you invested with me since this morning. Come.” Like I wouldn’t forgive him?
Blak e held the door and we stepped inside. The reception area was a white and glass combination, giving a chic clean-cut effect.
“Mr. Knightly, welcome back!” greeted the auburn haired, blue-eyed, svelte lady with a flirty smile.
“Krista, H ello! How are you?” Blake said acting polite but distant.
“I’m very good, Mr. Blake .” Krista gazed back through her lashes, quite suggestively. With a few taps on her keyboard, she spoke again. “Okay, your room is ready. Olga will show you to it.” I caught her wink at him and bite her bottom lip.
I almost grunted out loud from her obnoxious , flirty attitude.
Disgusting much?
Jesus.
Olga appeared almost immediately and politely showed us to our reserved room.
I couldn’t run out of there fast enough.
My massage haven awaits.
Ten
The moment I walked in there, I felt like I had walked on to a set of the Arabian Nights . It had an oval-shaped pool that was decorated with rose petals. Further to the left in the room stood a colorful silk tent and beaded throw pillows, kaftan rugs. Large glass bowl-stands with petals and floating candles embellished the room.
The masseuse tables situated at the edge of the tent, sat about ten feet from a lightly-lit fireplace. The strategically placed scented candles made the ambiance intimate, seductive and downright romantic. The room smelled of romance, a mixture of roses and berries with hinted notes of vanilla.
I was guided to the ‘his and hers’ changing rooms and it was requested that I wear this skimpy, barely there thong. I smirked.
Great, how the heck will I ever be comfortable lying next Blake almost naked? I was going to doze off the minute those powerful hands started kneading my back; I was sure of it.
Is romance what Blake has in mind? Is it possible? Why would he book a suite?
He could’ve gotten separate rooms, but he didn’t.
So, i f it is, am I ready to date him? I was and I wasn’t.
I had just gotten out of
I turned sideways to look at him. Shades on, he looked like a sexy man from a car commercial, just a tad bit more good looking.
H e resembles Gaspard Ulliel or Christiano Ronaldo. That’s how deadly he looks. I suppose the Latin coloring and charm contributed from his Italian mother and when he speaks Italian …total major turn on.
And his eyes, his eyes are another dynamic. Blake has the most unusual eyes, midnight blue rimmed silver with flecks of scattered gold in the middle. When he’s angry, his eyes turn almost black making those scattered gold flecks stand out. It’s like staring at the Milky Way galaxy—s ucking you in , until you’re lost in them. It’s spellbinding and disconcerting at the same time.
“Are you done checking me out, Sienna?” giving me a sideway glance and diverting back to the traffic ahead.
Busted.
“Not yet, just give me a few more minutes; I’m sure by then, I will have memorized all your flaws,” I quipped back.
I was a tad mortified that he caught me staring wide-eyed at him. “Are we almost there?” I drastically needed to change the subject back to safer ground.
“Yes, few minutes or so . Then you can sleep, my sweet, into the abyss just as long as you promise not to snore,” smiling tenderly at my horrified expression.
“Ha! I do not snore!” I pinched at his leg.
“Owwww.” Blake yelped but had his god-like smile in check. Dreamy is more like it. I hate it that he has a way of disarming me with that smile.
As promised, after a few minutes, we arrived at our destination outside the upscale hotel in Knightsbridge. Getting out of the sexy Aston Martin, he handed the car keys to the valet attendant and tended to me. With a hand on my back, he gently guided me to the hotel spa.
“Aw, h ow you read my mind, Knightly! Thank you! Thank you!”
“I hope t his will make up for all the energy you invested with me since this morning. Come.” Like I wouldn’t forgive him?
Blak e held the door and we stepped inside. The reception area was a white and glass combination, giving a chic clean-cut effect.
“Mr. Knightly, welcome back!” greeted the auburn haired, blue-eyed, svelte lady with a flirty smile.
“Krista, H ello! How are you?” Blake said acting polite but distant.
“I’m very good, Mr. Blake .” Krista gazed back through her lashes, quite suggestively. With a few taps on her keyboard, she spoke again. “Okay, your room is ready. Olga will show you to it.” I caught her wink at him and bite her bottom lip.
I almost grunted out loud from her obnoxious , flirty attitude.
Disgusting much?
Jesus.
Olga appeared almost immediately and politely showed us to our reserved room.
I couldn’t run out of there fast enough.
My massage haven awaits.
Ten
The moment I walked in there, I felt like I had walked on to a set of the Arabian Nights . It had an oval-shaped pool that was decorated with rose petals. Further to the left in the room stood a colorful silk tent and beaded throw pillows, kaftan rugs. Large glass bowl-stands with petals and floating candles embellished the room.
The masseuse tables situated at the edge of the tent, sat about ten feet from a lightly-lit fireplace. The strategically placed scented candles made the ambiance intimate, seductive and downright romantic. The room smelled of romance, a mixture of roses and berries with hinted notes of vanilla.
I was guided to the ‘his and hers’ changing rooms and it was requested that I wear this skimpy, barely there thong. I smirked.
Great, how the heck will I ever be comfortable lying next Blake almost naked? I was going to doze off the minute those powerful hands started kneading my back; I was sure of it.
Is romance what Blake has in mind? Is it possible? Why would he book a suite?
He could’ve gotten separate rooms, but he didn’t.
So, i f it is, am I ready to date him? I was and I wasn’t.
I had just gotten out of
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