the task seems daunting. Living in a small town my whole life did not prepare me to move to a big city and make a whole new group of friends overnight. I’m sure there are people out there who could do that, but unfortunately, I’m finding that I’m not one of them.
I put on a smile for Ashley’s sake, not wanting her to worry. “I’m sure you’re right. I just have to find my niche. That’s all.”
“Exactly! Now let me see this closet you’ve been raving about!” she demands with a smile.
Chapter Five
“Cherry! I’m back,” Brandon calls from the other room.
I sigh and look at the time on my phone. Half past ten. I pull myself off the couch and go meet him in the kitchen.
He smiles when he sees me walk in. “Wow! You look great! Give me ten minutes to change and then we can leave,” he says before pressing a kiss to my lips.
I’m wearing the black dress that Ashley helped me pick out when we went shopping. I even went to a fancy hair salon and had my first blowout. My hair is actually straight with just the perfect amount of style and body, but absolutely no frizz. I haven’t been able to stop myself from running my fingers through it most of the afternoon.
“I’m sorry it’s so late. I already called the restaurant. They’re holding our table.” Brandon explains as he starts to strip off his shirt, heading towards the stairs.
“It’s fine,” I say, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. I’ve been waiting at the house, all glammed up, for the better part of four hours. Our initial reservations were set for seven. I was ten minutes away from changing into pajamas and calling it a night, when he texted that he was on his way back. Finally.
A few minutes later, Brandon rejoins me downstairs and we head outside. Tonight is the first night we are really going out somewhere public. Since I got here, we’ve spent the few nights we’ve had together at the house, keeping things low-key. Most nights Brandon has been working late or making appearances at different events, so I don’t see him till I’m already tucked in bed, half asleep. When Brandon originally told me about the reservations for tonight, I was beyond excited at the thought of having a normal date night. By now, four hours of sitting around, suffocating in my Spanx, has killed that excitement for me.
Less than ten minutes later, Brandon runs down the stairs in fresh clothes and I feel a surge of jealousy along with a rush of attraction. It really doesn’t seem fair that all he needs is ten minutes to look that good after I spent hours at the salon getting all done up.
Sigh.
Brandon normally drives everywhere himself, but tonight he has hired his driver, Keith, to come pick us up in some sort of fancy car that I don’t know the name of.
“Ms. McAdams,” he greets me with a slight nod, as he pulls the car door open.
“Hello,” I answer before ducking into the back seat of the car.
Brandon slides in next to me and the door shuts. He places his hand on my bare leg, inching his way up. “Did I mention that I really like this dress?” he asks with a grin.
I laugh softly. “I can tell.”
Damn him for being so sexy. It makes it so much more difficult to stay mad at him.
“So, listen. I want to apologize,” he says, moving his hand from my leg to grab my hand and lock our fingers together. “This isn’t the way I wanted your first week here to go. I know I’ve hardly seen you, and I hate that. I really didn’t think it would be this crazy. I thought we would have more time together. I feel like maybe I’m disappointing you.” He pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts. “Like, maybe you think you made a mistake coming here in the first place.”
I’m slightly taken aback by his apology. I was only angry about him being so late. Granted, life in LA has been quite a bit different than I expected, but I don’t want him to read that as disappointment.
“Why would you say that?” I ask. I place my
I put on a smile for Ashley’s sake, not wanting her to worry. “I’m sure you’re right. I just have to find my niche. That’s all.”
“Exactly! Now let me see this closet you’ve been raving about!” she demands with a smile.
Chapter Five
“Cherry! I’m back,” Brandon calls from the other room.
I sigh and look at the time on my phone. Half past ten. I pull myself off the couch and go meet him in the kitchen.
He smiles when he sees me walk in. “Wow! You look great! Give me ten minutes to change and then we can leave,” he says before pressing a kiss to my lips.
I’m wearing the black dress that Ashley helped me pick out when we went shopping. I even went to a fancy hair salon and had my first blowout. My hair is actually straight with just the perfect amount of style and body, but absolutely no frizz. I haven’t been able to stop myself from running my fingers through it most of the afternoon.
“I’m sorry it’s so late. I already called the restaurant. They’re holding our table.” Brandon explains as he starts to strip off his shirt, heading towards the stairs.
“It’s fine,” I say, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. I’ve been waiting at the house, all glammed up, for the better part of four hours. Our initial reservations were set for seven. I was ten minutes away from changing into pajamas and calling it a night, when he texted that he was on his way back. Finally.
A few minutes later, Brandon rejoins me downstairs and we head outside. Tonight is the first night we are really going out somewhere public. Since I got here, we’ve spent the few nights we’ve had together at the house, keeping things low-key. Most nights Brandon has been working late or making appearances at different events, so I don’t see him till I’m already tucked in bed, half asleep. When Brandon originally told me about the reservations for tonight, I was beyond excited at the thought of having a normal date night. By now, four hours of sitting around, suffocating in my Spanx, has killed that excitement for me.
Less than ten minutes later, Brandon runs down the stairs in fresh clothes and I feel a surge of jealousy along with a rush of attraction. It really doesn’t seem fair that all he needs is ten minutes to look that good after I spent hours at the salon getting all done up.
Sigh.
Brandon normally drives everywhere himself, but tonight he has hired his driver, Keith, to come pick us up in some sort of fancy car that I don’t know the name of.
“Ms. McAdams,” he greets me with a slight nod, as he pulls the car door open.
“Hello,” I answer before ducking into the back seat of the car.
Brandon slides in next to me and the door shuts. He places his hand on my bare leg, inching his way up. “Did I mention that I really like this dress?” he asks with a grin.
I laugh softly. “I can tell.”
Damn him for being so sexy. It makes it so much more difficult to stay mad at him.
“So, listen. I want to apologize,” he says, moving his hand from my leg to grab my hand and lock our fingers together. “This isn’t the way I wanted your first week here to go. I know I’ve hardly seen you, and I hate that. I really didn’t think it would be this crazy. I thought we would have more time together. I feel like maybe I’m disappointing you.” He pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts. “Like, maybe you think you made a mistake coming here in the first place.”
I’m slightly taken aback by his apology. I was only angry about him being so late. Granted, life in LA has been quite a bit different than I expected, but I don’t want him to read that as disappointment.
“Why would you say that?” I ask. I place my
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