8.20am
Anastasia,
I’d love nothing more than to meet up and silence that mouth with my, you know what.
Shall I bring the whips and chains or shall I leave that to you?
I’ll see you tonight.
Christian.
Sitting back, Brody allowed a laugh to tumble from his mouth as he pressed send. “And that, Kai, is how you do it!” Smiling to himself, he closed the lid.
CHAPTER SIX
Glancing at her watch, Myla noted it was ten to seven. Ten more minutes to go until her first candidate was due. Her stomach rolled with dread, and as she sat at the bar in Florence’s, she began playing with the zip on her clutch. Nervously. She felt out of her comfort zone as she looked around every so often, not really seeing anyone. Why did I choose this place? Picking up her glass, she proceeded to drown the remnants of her red wine. Holding the glass upright she ensured that every little drop trickled into her waiting mouth.
“Can I get you another?” She heard a voice say to her left, causing her eyes to go wide and quickly bring the glass back down on the bar.
“I’m sorry, I’m waiting for someone,” she replied with a small smile.
“Are you by any chance the lady wanting a fake fiancé?”
Sitting upright, she swallowed then pushed a loose lock of hair from her face. “You must be Michael?”
Holding out his hand he smiled. “That’s me. Would you like another drink?”
Smiling, she nodded as they shook hands. “Thank you. Red wine please, large.”
Gracing her with a curt nod, he leant towards her and handed her a paper napkin from the bar, “You have claret marks around your mouth, must be the wine?”
Feeling mortified, she snatched the napkin and inelegantly rubbed it across her mouth before placing it under her empty wine glass. Taking the opportunity, she casually dragged her eyes over Michael. He was around 6ft tall with blond hair, his build was lean and his suit didn’t seem to fit properly. It looked like he had borrowed it from his father’s wardrobe. He’s too skinny and has no dress sense.
“Shall we?” He asked, snapping her from her thoughts, he held her wine glass out to her. With a small smile and a mumbled thank you she took the wine glass from his waiting hand and grabbed her clutch. Removing herself from the bar stool, she followed Michael to the other side of the room to a quieter table.
“So, you need a fiancé for a week, then?” He asked as he dropped himself into the chair and pushed his blond hair from his face.
“Yes, I don’t have time to date, I’m very busy with work.”
“What is it you do?”
“I have my own Boutique. I design custom-made dresses. It’s very long hours, not to mention demanding.”
He blew out a deep breath though puffed cheeks. “I know that feeling well Layla, long hours I mean, not the making of dresses.” He laughed at his own joke. A high pitched shrill of a laugh that had Myla shrinking in her chair. She noticed a few heads swiftly turn to look their way and she suddenly wished she was somewhere else.
“It’s Myla, my name is Myla,” she whispered harshly across the table.
“My bad, Myla,” he replied and held his palms up.
Oh, my God…his hands…they look so…so …feminine! “So, you’re an intern in a law firm then? How is that going?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, I suppose. I mean it’s not what I want to really do, but it’s what my Father wants, I’m following in his footsteps. He’s a lawyer.”
Is your father free next week instead? “Oh, so you’re not enjoying it then?” She asked. She picked up her wine glass and took a swig.
Leaning across the table, as though he was about to divulge some secret, he lowered his tone, “Well, yes it’s good to get the ladies, if you know what I mean.”
Then he did it again. With a wink and a nod of his head he let out another hyena shriek of a laugh causing Myla to jump in her chair. This man is embarrassing. Make your excuses, Myla. “You know what? I don’t think you are really the person I’m looking for,” she said, glaring at him.