"Right this way, Mr. Slate," the attendant responded.
Fuck. I looked around and saw that there were three changing rooms. I hid in one and pulled the curtain behind me quickly. Through the little slit, I could see him waiting for the person to bring him his tux. They crowded around him telling him things. I sent Marco a text message stating that I stepped out and would be back in 30 minutes to pick up the suit. I just needed Blake to do what he had to do and leave. Then I could go. There was no need for both of us to bump into each other.
I sat down on the bench and studied my nails. Every now and then I would peek out and see that Blake was almost finished with the measurements of the suit. I tapped my foot impatiently while trying to be as quiet as I can when a change in movement caught the corner of my eye. I glanced up and my jaw dropped as I watched Blake unbutton his dress shirt in favor for the newly tailored shirt. Heat waves immediately rushed to my sex, and I couldn't stop the pulsating no matter how much I clenched my thighs together. Flashbacks ran through my mind of how amazing he was able to make me feel, and briefly, I forgot about how much he had hurt me. I can indulge a little, I thought, not wanting to take my eyes off him.
I couldn't help my salivation as his rippling abs came into view. Just need a closer look, my mind purred, and I couldn't say I disagreed. This would probably be the last time I'd see his delicious body, after all. I leaned in to get a closer up look, going as close to the slit of the curtain as I could without getting caught. Or so I thought. Within moments, I had lost my balance and practically flew out of my seat to Blake's Italian leather shoes.
"Are you alright, Miss?" His voice was all concern, and I panicked.
Do I hang my head down and run out of here before he recognizes me? Or do I admit I'd been watching him? Before I could decide, his strong hand gripped me by the bicep and was helping me up. Crap.
"Christina?" Blake's concern had turned into confusion as I looked up at him guiltily. "What are you doing here?" he whispered.
"I'm, uh," I stumbled over my words as I glanced around, looking for my friend.
"Never mind that. Have lunch with me," he crooned.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from him. I spotted Marco talking to another customer, the suit I needed in his hand.
"I should go," I breathed.
"Christine," he started. "Look at me."
I turned to face him after blinking back tears. I was feeling a flurry of emotions, and he was still standing there topless looking completely edible and I wasn't sure what to think. I didn't want to think at all.
"I really need to talk to you. You haven't been returning my calls or messages, and Vanessa keeps turning me away at your work."
"You came to my work?" I blurted.
"Yes. There's a lot I need to tell you, and I don't want to lose you over it."
It took all of my concentration, but I still wasn't able to fully focus on what he was saying. Just being this near him was intoxicating.
"Come with me," I purred, a deviousness coating my entire being.
"Come with you?" he asked calmly with a hint of amusement.
I was already trying to gracefully back into the dressing room. I took his index finger in my hand and tugged gently, trying to lead him to me.
He followed me with all the confidence of a panther, and a ripple of excitement rushed through me. Yes, yes, I thought, wanting to feel him one last time before he was lost to me forever.
As soon as Blake entered the dressing room with me, I pulled the heavy velvety curtain shut. A desperation had taken over me that I couldn't explain. I knew it was wrong, and a small part of me hated myself for even wanting to do this, but I couldn't help myself. My arms looped around his neck and pulled him to me. I stood on my tip-toes to be able to reach his lips and kissed him softly.
Blake's muscular arms looped around my curvy waist and hugged me to him. My heart was pounding so hard, I was certain he could feel it through my blouse. He intensified the kiss, spreading my lips with his tongue and devouring me. I felt warm and giddy all over, with a small hint of sadness, as much as I tried to push that part of me aside. Just enjoy this moment, Christina. Enjoy it, and then be done with him.
And that's exactly what I did. I was lost in him, in his kisses. Completely consumed by Blake Slate, the sexiest, wittiest and most caring billionaire I would ever have the pleasure of meeting. Caring? Really? a small voice in my head said, but I ignored it. I'd have the rest of my life to curse Blake for shattering my heart.
After a few moments, Blake gently pushed me away, his eyes full of concern. "Christina, are you okay?" he asked softly, his hand coming up to cup my face. He gently brushed at my cheeks with his thumb, and they turned up wet.