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I was actually shocked when it made it all over the news. I didn’t know people cared about that technology stuff, but then I realized it wasn’t about that at all. It was about the money.
“Oh, that’s right. We should talk more later over drinks.” He clapped my shoulder, and he and Sasha went off. I supposed to greet more people.
We were forced to mingle for only a few more minutes before the MC started the proceedings. He went about the normal stuff; announcing the charity, and the order of events. But first was the food, which made me happy because I was starved. I didn’t know what I was thinking, coming here on an empty stomach. The food was pigeon servings, good, but tiny.
And I couldn’t find that woman anywhere. Why was I even still looking for her? I blamed my irrationality on my hunger. I ate more of the bread and olive oil before washing it down with more champagne. I knew that was enough.
When the auction started, I had to escape the stuffy air. Everyone waving their money around was making me nauseous.
“Put me down for that weekend cabin thing.” I whispered to Natalie. She gave me a face but nodded before I stepped out.
I went through the same hall and found my way to the front. It was even more beautiful up here, like I was stepping into a fairytale.
I walked through the path, looking on the intricate floral designs. It was pretty damn good. If I ever move into a house, I would hire whoever did this to make it look like someone actually lived there. I kept going until I reached the small maze path, lined with a few stone chairs. Then my eyes caught that blue fabric again.
Chapter Eight: Tristan
I rounded the corner and I saw her from the side. It was obvious that it was her, that hair could not be missed, neither could the smooth, porcelain over lay of her skin.
I had definitely never seen her at these functions, and as I got closer I wished it was her I met ten years ago and not Vivian. I felt my cock slightly stir in my pants and I racked my brain for something to say to make my presence known.
“It’s a lot nicer out here, isn’t it?”
Her shoulders rose with her surprise. She turned and faced me, her blue eyes piercing a storm right through me. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her face was so delicate, and soft. She’s young, but not so much so. And she has the cutest freckles lining her nose and under her eyes, I was glad she didn’t hide them with her makeup.
“It is, yes.”
I smirked and came closer to her cautiously. I stood a few paces from her, and she looked up at me. Her eyes wide as she blinked a few times. They were so big, they kind of reminded me of a baby doll’s.
“I had to escape the crowd in there…these flowers are amazing. Peaceful.”
She blushed slightly as I said that, but she hid it with a smile.
“They are, I was about to look around but I was afraid I would get lost.” She giggled.
I felt something clench inside of me at the sound of her laugh, it was like she didn’t laugh often. And I wanted to change that.
“I know my way around,” I held out my hand. She stared apprehensively before she eventually took it, and stood up.
It was kind of nice, her not jumping at the bit to talk to me or touch me. On the way out here, I could barely get a few steps in before a woman had some pickup line, or bumped into me by accident. On purpose. They were all pretty, decent enough to spend a night with. But I just couldn’t do it, had no interest. But this woman…she was something else.
“Walk with me.”
She chewed the inside of her lip nervously, but came with me anyway. I didn’t let go of her hand, and she fit nicely by my side. She was very warm.
And she smelled like flowers; not the blooming type, but the kind they bottle up and sell for a ridiculous price.
I twined my fingers with hers. I wanted to ask her more of something, of anything. But all I, could think about was getting inside of her, tasting her.
Her brow furrowed as she looked up at me, but she didn’t say anything. She may know who I am, but she didn’t say anything. I appreciated it more than I thought I would.
“How did you end up coming to this event tonight?”
I think I was making baseless conversation to make up for the heat I felt between us. I had a burning itch to kiss those peachy lips of hers, to feel her up against me. But I had to read her well first, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to be a one-time thing or not…I was getting ahead of myself anyway.
“Um, a friend invited me. I thought it would be something to do other than…what I usually do.” She trailed. I think she was rambling. Did I make her nervous?
I hoped not. I was more comfortable around her than I was with anyone else.
