Making His Baby(23)
“Oh, you don’t usually make your girlfriends sign lawyer-drafted documents?” She quips, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Not the ones I like,” I shoot back.
She offers me a warm smile again. “Okay, let’s see then. Today, I worked on my book actually.”
“Really? That’s interesting. What’s it about? Or is that a secret?”
“It’s not a secret. It’s a romance novel, and that’s all you’re getting out of me.” She smiles slyly.
“Okay, I’ll take that for now. But I guarantee that you’ll tell me more, soon. In fact, I predict that you will be begging to tell me more.”
“Do you think so?”
“Oh, I know so,” I shoot back, returning her smile.
As I do, I reach out with my hand and take hers in mine. I give it a squeeze, and she returns the squeeze with enthusiasm. I can’t help but feel that however this whole thing turns out, I’ve made the right choice in Carrie. There is something about her that I find impossibly alluring. A deep connection that I am sure she feels.
“So, is your house as impressive as your car? Or did you blow your wad on the wheels?”
“I’m going to have to let you decide on that one.”
“I will,” she responds. “And you will be the very first to know what I think.”
“I hold my breath for your review.”
I pull the Aston Martin onto the freeway, gunning it down the road and to my house. I smile knowingly to myself as I do. Something tells me that she is going to be just a little impressed.
Chapter 18
CARRIE
His house is huge. Well, house is probably the wrong term to use. It’s a mansion.
An extraordinary mansion. It’s the kind of place I gaze openly at as I drive through Beverly Hills. It’s the kind of place that tourists take photos of when they go on street tours of L.A., if they can get that close.
His home is mind-blowing. As Blake navigates his car down his long driveway to the garage, I can’t believe that I am going to spend the next few days here.
“You like it?” He asks knowingly, smiling to himself as he notices my mouth hanging open.
“Just a bit,” I say, not even bothering to hide my awe. “How do you afford this? I thought you said you produced small, independent films?”
“I do,” he assures me. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t pay well. Plus, I made a few smart investments when I was younger.”
“Like what?”
“Property,” he says, nodding to the house.
This one gets a laugh out of me, and I don’t even care that my defenses are down slightly. I was worried about him earlier, and whether or not I am doing the right thing. But now, as he pulls his car into a garage that’s as big as my apartment, I can’t help think that I’m on the right track.
Once the car is parked, he jumps from the driver’s side and hustles his way across to the trunk to collect my bag. He’s there before I even have my seat belt off, and as I reach for the door handle, he beats me to it and opens the door for me.
“May I?” He asks, holding out his hand for me to take.
“You may,” I reply, offering him a bemused smile. The whole thing is a little over the top, and yet, I can’t help but be impressed by it. It’s impossibly romantic.
He opens the door to the house, leading me inside. As I step through the door and into the foyer, I don’t know what to gape at first. The inside of the house is as breathtaking as the outside. Modern everything is the theme. It’s spacious, warm and inviting.
I want to live here. I want this to be mine.
Not only does the house impress the hell out of me, but I am also blown away by the reception itself. Standing by the door, waiting to greet us, is who I assume to be the housekeeper. She holds two glasses of Champagne, one in each hand.
“Would you like a drink?” Blake asks as he steps inside. “I figure you may as well take advantage of it now, while you can.”
“True. And I’ve never been one to say no to a free drink.”
Once we both have our glasses, Blake takes my hand and leads me to the living room. Again, I gasp openly when I see what he has waiting for me. There are dozens of roses spread out on the floor. He walks forward and picks up one.
“I didn’t know what your favorite flower was. So I deigned to get you the most beautiful one, instead. For no other reason than to match your beauty.”
I blush heavily as I take the rose from his hand. It’s real, too. I can’t believe the effort he has gone through.
“That’s got to be it right? No more surprises?” I let out an exaggerated sigh, as if the whole ordeal has tired me out.