AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Or use our phones to call someone to open the door?” I can hear the teasing in his voice.
“Yeah, that either.” Should I start plotting how I’m going to capture his phone and throw it off the side of the building?
I walk farther out onto the roof, taking in the lights from The Strip all around us. He turns to follow my movement.
“I’m Emma.”
“Griffin.” He’s watching me carefully.
“Nice to meet you, Griffin.”
“Likewise.” His kind eyes search mine. “You okay?”
It’s the strangest feeling. The sudden urge to tell this man everything that has happened tonight. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s loneliness. A feeling that has wrapped its way around my heart long before I found out about Alec’s engagement. I can’t explain it, but I force myself to keep quiet. The last thing this guy wants is to hear about my problems. He’s in Vegas, and like most people, probably out looking for a good time.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not going to throw myself off the roof or anything.”
“Glad to hear.” He smiles, his eyes drifting over me with careful consideration, pausing at my lips for a moment longer than the rest.
“I just needed some air.” I exhale, then take a deep inhale.
“Me, too.” He takes a few steps forward until he’s in line with me. I can feel his gaze on the side of my face now.
“I was brainstorming a response to my ex-boyfriend’s engagement post.” I tuck my phone back in my clutch. So much for not spilling my problems to a stranger.
“How about ‘congratulations?’”
“We’ve been broken up for two months. And he chose to propose to her on mybirthday?”
He grimaces. “How long were you together?”
“Over two years. I thought he was the one.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s shitty.”
I sigh. “I need to forget about him. Not let it ruin my night. It’s my birthdayandI just had my first runway show.”
“Are you a model?” Griffin looks me up and down, probably wondering how a shorty like me would be walking a runway. The five-inch heels I’d need to meet the standard height requirement would cause me to break both my ankles. It’s a question I get asked a lot, with my mom being tall, but I got my dad’s genes.
I shake my head. “A designer. Bridal gowns. I’m visiting from New York for the Blushing Bride Convention.”
He points to my dress. “Did you design that?”
“No. This is my mom’s wedding dress. It’s vintage Dior.” I look down and run a hand over the silk material at my hip. When I look back up, I expect to find him studying my dress, but instead, his eyes are back on my lips. A wave of desire washes over me at the thought of tilting my face up and letting his lips settle over mine.
“I don’t know much about fashion.”
“That’s okay.”
He pulls his gaze from me and back out to the city lights below.
“So, New York, huh?”
“Have you been?” I ask.
“No. I’ve barely been out of Nevada.” He runs a hand through his hair and I’m captivated by the visual of his biceps flexing against his sleeve.
“Really?” My surprise is evident, my tone borderline condescending. Griffin laughs out of his nose. I can tell he’s embarrassed.
