I mulled the thought over as I gave the young man our order and sent him on his way, glancing down at the pictures that were strewn across the table. Sure, she was pretty, in that old money fashion, but there was something about her that didn’t seem totally on the nose. Something in her eye felt so familiar, but I couldn’t’ quite put a name to it.
“She sounds like a bit of a bore,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I wanted someone with a little bit of excitement, someone that I could possibly use to take my mind off of the woman I couldn’t have. Some aristocratic daughter of a nobleman would never be able to keep my attention long enough to stop me from finding someone more interesting to play with—or, even more disastrous, wandering back into Gwendolyn’s bed.
“Bore or not, you’re going to start running out of options sooner or later, Tristan,” she said. “There are only so many failed dates you can have while you’re dating within your station. The upper class are a small group, and when you botch a few dates within that circle people tend to take notice. You already have a reputation as it is that we have to break through. Be lucky anyone is interested in you after those escapades when you were younger.”
“Youthful indiscretions,” I said, waving the thought away as though it were nothing.
“Yes, I remember how little those things actually meant to you,” she shot at me quickly, her eyes narrowed in a blood-chilling glare. Admittedly, I deserved that. My younger self had been what I affectionately called a royal pick, and it was only fair that the person I’d hurt the most back in those days take her revenge. “While most of the rest of the world likes for certain things to hold a special meaning.”
It was at that moment that I caught the flash of a camera in the corner of my eye and a crowd of dirty looking men peeking in through the restaurant window, a mix of cameras and cellphones all fighting for a better angle to snap a picture at the two of us.
“Damn,” I whispered, pushing my chair back as I made ready to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Get up, we’re leaving.”
“What is it?’ she asked, turning to follow my gaze. She wasn’t used to the media following her around, so I knew it would be up to me to make sure she didn’t get cornered.
“Buzzards,” I said with no shortage of venom in my voice. I took her hand and lead her farther out of sight from the large front windows of the restaurant, slowly making our way to the kitchens. “Let’s go out the back, I’ve already covered the check.”
With a well-placed twenty-pound note, Gwen and I were smuggled out through the kitchen and out the back of the restaurant. I quickly phoned for a cab to get us both the hell out of there. Gwen’s driver Franklin wouldn’t be expecting us for another hour at most and we needed a quick escape. In a pinch the cab would do, if the paparazzi didn’t find us back here first.
“The cab should be here any moment,” I said the two of us huddled close in the alley behind the restaurant. I could feel her body so warm next to mine, looking down into her face and into those sparkling eyes. Even in the dimming light of a back ally, Gwendolyn shone like a star in the heavens, one that I coveted more than anything else in the entire world. She was a star that I wanted to hide from the world so that only I would be able to see her shine.
“Seems like no matter who I’m with, my dinner plans never seem to work out,” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her.
I managed to draw a smile from her as she shook her head, leaning herself back against the red brick of the restaurant’s exterior. I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she was.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but before I knew it I was pressed against her body, pushing her back against the wall of the restaurant as I tilted her head up to receive a slow, passionate kiss. For a moment I felt her body relax underneath my touch, that soft gasp escaping her lips before I felt her push me away.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, her eyes wide with shock. Despite her protest I could see the reddening in her cheeks, the rising and falling of her soft breasts inside of her blouse. I knew she’d wanted more, if only I could make her understand how much I needed her, despite what I’d said. I couldn’t stop myself.
“I need you, Gwen,” I said, sounding as though the breath had been stolen from my lungs. My stepsister stared at me as she shook her head, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.
“No, Tristan,” she hissed, looking over her shoulder for any camera men who had found their way to our hiding spot. “We can’t do this anymore! This is no time to play out your childhood fantasy. You hired me to find you a wife, and that’s what we agreed to. That means you’re a client and I cannot be caught sleeping with a client. Let alone my own stepbrother!”