Sunrise Kisses (The Kisses 8)

I smiled and tried to steer closer to him, but instead rammed my board into his instead of coming along side it. He jumped into the water and pulled me with him.

“Thank you,” I told him once we surfaced. “This has been the best day ever.”

He grinned. “And it's just starting.” Then together, we brought our boards into shore to start the rest of our day.

Chapter 19

“Would you like to have a drink with me?”

I startled and banged my head on the bottom of the desk. I could see Bastian's feet in the doorway as I worked my way out from under the antique writing desk.

Bastian chuckled, coming over and holding out his hand to help me up. I rubbed the sore spot on my head, and he leaned over to kiss it.

“You really should be more careful under furniture,” he teased. “You keep bumping your head.”

I stuck out my tongue at him and he kissed my head again, mussing my hair in the process.

“So, drinks?” he asked, smiling gently.

“Are we actually going to go drink, or will it end up like last time I had alcohol with you?” I grinned at him, remembering our dinner last night. “Because I'm up for either.”

Bastian's eyes twinkled and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. I loved the way his body felt, and I pressed closer. I rocked my hips against his and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.

“I was thinking drinks at a bar, but you are certainly tempting me to just raid the wine cellar,” he murmured. “I wanted to take you out.”

“You mean you are willing to be seen in public with me?” I asked, pulling back slightly.

He cocked his head to the side with a confused smile. “Why wouldn't I want to be seen in public with you? I want to show you off.”

I smiled as a happy warmth filled me. He wanted to show me off. I felt like running around doing a little happy da

nce because Sebastian Belrose liked me. Really liked me. But that would mean getting out of his arms.

“I'd love to get drinks with you then,” I told him proudly. He let me go, smiling broadly at my acceptance.

This would be great. I would put on a cute dress and some makeup, and maybe even curl my hair...

“Excellent,” he said. “I'll go get the car.”

“Wait, you mean right now?” I ran a hand through my hair. I had been working all day and it was just up in a ponytail. I had sweat-stains on my t-shirt and my shorts had a mustard spot on them from lunch. I was not ready to go out.

“Well, yes.” Bastian looked at me like I might be a little slow. “Did you have other plans this evening?”

“Let me go change,” I begged. “It'll take two seconds, I promise.”

“I think you look great, but if you want to, go ahead.” He shrugged. He of course looked amazing. He had on light linen pants and a long sleeve t-shirt that covered his scars but showed off his impressive frame. He looked like something straight out of a billionaire yacht club magazine.

I flashed him a quick grin and ran out the door to my room. I didn't have enough time to do much, so I just found my dress, a cute pair of heels, some mascara and a dot of perfume. It wasn't much, but it was better than mustard shorts.

I came out the front door to find Bastian sitting in a fancy European sports convertible. It looked even more expensive than the Lamborghini, or at least flashier. It was a car meant to show off the people inside of it. I was glad I hadn't done anything with my hair, because the open top would have destroyed it.

He turned at the sound of the door and raised his eyebrows as he hurried out of the car.

“You look amazing,” he complimented as he opened my car door for me. I blushed. This was one of my favorite dresses and one that I actually felt pretty in. But, having Bastian tell me I looked good made it even better. “And you smell even better.”

“Thanks,” I said. I had forgotten what it was like to have someone other than Dad compliment me. It felt wonderful.

I wasn't used to getting in a car in a skirt, especially one that the breeze kept trying to pick up. It was a little tricky, but I thought I managed. It did make me wonder how superstars did it all the time. There must be lessons, I thought as I battled my skirt, trying to put one foot in and not loose my balance with the other. Otherwise, there would be a lot more pictures of undies on the tabloids.