Peace! I’m still editing this sucker. It’s sooo hard to let go you know? Guaranteed as soon as I do I’m going to see an error. LOL Anyway, here’s another snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think. I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Thanks for waiting!
He thanked everyone, tipped handsomely and took himself off. He’d pick up a bottle of wine for the party, kill some more time before he went home to dress.
He called back to the office. The girl who answered the phone told him Tommy liked Moscato. She even recommended a place called Binny’s. It was a nice walk. He enjoyed looking around the city. The man in the liquor store was happy to help.
“What’s she like?”
Tommy? “Beautiful. Expensive. Curvy,” he mused. “And very smart. She owns her own business and is quite successful.”
“Hmmm. Then she’ll want everything, looks and taste.” He reached for a bottle with an elegant green and gold label. “This one. It’s not our most expensive, but it’s up there, and it’s very popular with our more discerning clientele.”
“I’ll take two.”
At the checkout he saw wine gift bags and bought two of those as well.
“Should I get them both the same color?” he asked the checkout girl.
“I would. It’s the same bottle of wine. Get the gold. It goes better with the bottles than the black.”
She beamed at him, and he beamed back, his almond-shaped eyes practically twinkling. He was whistling as he left, uncaring that every female in the shop watched him go.
He showered thoroughly, shaved and combed his freshly cut hair carefully, and managed to wait until the party started before he walked over. He grinned when he saw that things were already in full swing. Good. He wouldn’t look too eager.
Tommy cooed when she saw the wine. “My favorite vino and my favorite color.” She winked, offering a soft cheek for his kiss.
He accepted, inhaling her delicate floral perfume appreciatively. It wasn’t perfume, he corrected himself, but soap. So feminine. Too many women overdid it with scent these days. It was a waste, and it was often offensive to his more sensitive nose. Besides, there was nothing more appealing than a woman’s fresh, clean skin.
She passed off the bottles to one of her girls, as she called her employees. “Save those bags,” she ordered. “Come on in, Miles. Food’s over there. Bar’s over there. Get yourself a drink, and I’ll introduce you to some people.”
“Will do,” he grinned.
She laughed softly, patting his cheek. “Look at you,” she said softly, and he stood up just a bit taller under her admiring look. “We must find you some friends while you’re in town.”
Once he had a beer in hand, she introduced him to Dominic, her fiancé, and her business partner and best friend Lani. Then there was Lani’s husband Jeremy, his twin Jordan, their brother Natty, Tommy’s friends Reiko, Margot, Sophie, her husband Lado and finally her cousins Tramp, Benjie and Steele.
His heart skipped in his chest. Steele.
It was her. His heart rate accelerated. A rush of heat produced tiny beads of sweat all over his body. His hands clenched around the neck of his beer bottle, and he took several deep breaths to calm down. His hello sounded normal in his ears, thank God.
His mate was so beautiful his feet moved closer without conscious thought from his brain. His hand extended to her, and he shivered blissfully as their skins touched for the first time.
“Steele,” he repeated. “That’s an interesting name,” he whispered. “First or last?”
“And your first?”
“Eva, but most folks call me Steele.” She smiled slightly and shook his hand, starting slightly at the gentle current that passed between their palms, but then she walked off toward the kitchen.
A wave of sadness came over him. She didn’t recognize him as her mate. He watched her go, frowning slightly. His spirit didn’t like that she was leaving.
Patience, he told himself. He’d found her. He could wait a few days more to have her. His cock twitched in his pants as if to say, um, no, we can’t.