I’m going on a date with Blake Saxon.
Chapter 12
Lisa
By five thirty on Sunday evening, I have already changed my outfit three times.
This is ridiculous. It’s dinner. With Blake. A normal dinner.
With a man who loaned me his car, who hijacked a lobby screen to ask me out, and who somehow convinced me he deserved a chance, even though he has a reputation. A reputation of being someone I should not trust, and yet, here we are.
Totally normal.
I stare at myself in the mirror again.
The green dress was the right choice. Gwen and Tess were correct. I hate that they were correct, but they were. It falls exactly right at my waist, the fabric soft enough to move with me, elegant without looking like I tried too hard. Which I absolutely did.
I adjust my earrings again. Then my hair. Then my lipstick. Then…
My phone buzzes.
BLAKE: downstairs
Of course, he’s early. Of course he is. This man is apparently determined to rewrite every assumption I’ve ever had about him.
I take one last look at myself.
“You’re fine,” I tell my reflection.
Then I grab my clutch and head downstairs before I change my mind.
Blake is standing next to his car when I step outside. His car. The one he lent me. Which is still a completely unreasonable thing to do. He looks up the second the door opens. And then he just… stops moving. Like someone pressed pause on him. For a second, neither of us says anything.
“You’re staring,” I say.
“I am.”
“That’s not subtle.”
“I’m not trying to be subtle.”
That does not help. He steps closer, slower this time, like he’s giving me room to change my mind if I want to.
“You look incredible,” he says.
My cheeks warm immediately.
“Thank you.”
He gestures toward the car door.“May I?”
“Yes.”
He opens it for me like this is something he does all the time.
“Gentleman point number one,” he says as I slide inside
“You’re keeping score of yourself?”
