Yours Completely (Billionaires and Brides 1)

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 dance 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.

“So, where are we going?” I asked, once in the car and carefully pulling the seat-belt tight across my lap. Bastian pulled his tight as well before starting the car. I barely felt the vibrations of the engine it was so smooth. He pulled out onto the main road, and I felt like we were floating rather than driving.

“Surf Shack,” he answered. “I hope that's okay. I know you went there with Charlotte already, but-”

“No, it's perfect,” I interrupted him. I had liked the feel of the bar there. I had been a little afraid he was going to take me to some billionaire hangout where I would be completely out of place. The cute little bar by the ocean was something I could handle. “They have the best drinks.”

He grinned and drove a little faster. The car responded to his touch like a lover, and would have made me jealous if it hadn't been a car. The warm tropical air whipped through my hair as evening descended on the island. It was hard to talk with the roof down, but it was comfortable just to be in the same car as Bastian. We didn't need to talk.

He pulled into the bar parking lot just as the streetlights started to turn on. The place looked just as busy as it had been the other night. Bastian parked, and hurried over to open my door before I even had a chance to undo my belt.

He held out his hand to help me out of the car. I loved it. Chivalry was not dead, and I found I rather liked it.

We managed to find an empty table in the back on the porch. It was the farthest we could be from the actual bar without falling into the ocean, but at least it was a table. It was perfect. Bastian caught the waiter's attention and we ordered drinks and some food. I ordered the special again, both the drink and the Jamaican Patty, and Bastian requested a whiskey and coke with his food.

“So you left Charlotte here alone with Leo drinking those,” Bastian said as the waiter returned with our drinks and meal. Bastian raised his eyebrow at the very girly but delicious fruity drink with an umbrella in front of me. I pushed it toward him and he took a sip. His disgusted face told me what he thought of the fruity alcohol. “Poor guy's shirt never stood a chance.”

I giggled quietly and sipped on my drink. “Poor Charlotte.”

“She'll be fine,” he assured me. “They'll figure it out eventually. They really are perfect for one another.”

“How do they manage to get any work done?” I remembered the vivid shade of red she turned when he sat at our table. “She's so nervous around him.”

“She's actually gotten better. You should have seen her when I was in college.” He chuckled and smiled at the memory. “She was still in high school, so Leo was l

ike a god to her. She couldn't even be in the same room with him for months without stuttering and blushing.”

I could just imagine a cute little star-struck Charlotte in awe of the older, handsome, college boy. It was rather adorable.

“If you knew Leo, though, you'd know that he's just as love struck about her. He just hides it better.” He smiled, remembering something. “The first time she met him, he was actually naked.”