Reckless In Love(29)

Charlie knew. Sebastian obviously did as well. Though he was a good  thirty feet away on the stage, she could feel his anguish at not being  able to help as if it were her own. Which it always had been. Until he  walked into their lives and tried to help in any way he could.         

     



 

"Francine tells me that if she didn't walk, she'd be in a wheelchair or a  bed. Use it or lose it." He made air quotes to show that they were  Francine's words. "There are days she doesn't want to. Days when she can  barely move because the pain is too great." His voice dropped almost to  a whisper that echoed in the auditorium. "But then she gets up, aims  her walker, and starts that mile."

Emotion squeezed Charlie's chest as he said, "So I ask you, can you walk  a mile? Every day, rain or shine, pain or gain, because you know you  have to just to stay alive, just to breathe. Can you walk that mile?"

And Charlie began to cry.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Charlie couldn't hear Sebastian's closing words as everyone in the  auditorium rose to their feet with thunderous applause, their unspoken  answer to his question perfectly clear: Yes, they would all walk that  mile. Simply because Sebastian Montgomery believed they could.

On the way out, he grabbed Charlie's hand and they were propelled down  the aisle to a small reception in the green room. Everyone wanted to  touch him, as though something magical might rub off. He was polite,  friendly, and accepted compliments with humility.

The most amazing thing of all was that he acted no differently at the  reception than he had on stage. He was the same man who'd walked into  her studio and said her art was magnificent. The same man who'd told her  all about his parents and upbringing after dinner at his house. The  same man who'd driven her wild with need every second of every day since  they'd met.

He had power no matter where he was, but it didn't come from arrogance.  It had come from walking many long miles, the way her mother continued  to do every single day.

Two hours later they were ushered out and into a waiting helicopter that  flew them to the airport. In the VIP lounge, finally alone with  Sebastian for a few moments, she said, "Thank you for letting me see you  in action."

"It was my pleasure." He reached out to stroke her cheek. "I've been  privileged to see what you do. I was hoping you would enjoy this."

She shook her head, knowing he shouldn't be comparing the two of them.  "I make art. But you-" There was no other way to put it. "You inspire  the world."

"You inspire too, Charlie. More than you know. Especially now that  everyone will see your sculptures once you take your rightful place at  the top of the field."

As always, when he talked about her impending ascent to the top of the  art world, her stomach twisted. Frustration bubbled up in her for a  split second before she could shove it away, along with the question  she'd been asking herself for weeks: Why do I keep having these doubts?

But today of all days wasn't a time for doubts. Not when Sebastian's  tribute to her mother had been beyond beautiful. It had never been  clearer that compared to the struggles other people went through,  Charlie had absolutely nothing to complain about. So what if she was  worried about her life changing-and about whether or not she could fit  into Sebastian's world the way he obviously wanted her to? She'd have to  get over her doubts.

"My mother will love that you told her story." She touched his arm,  admiring the play of strong muscles beneath her fingers nearly as much  as she'd admired him on that stage. "It means a lot to me to know you  understand."

"I didn't plan what I said, but with you watching me, all I could think  about was how much you give to her, and how completely deserving she is.  Both of you possess an indomitable spirit."

"If I'm indomitable, then why am I so nervous about the grand opening  gala at the hotel?" The words were out of her mouth, with more already  falling before she could stop them. "Why am I so terrified that everyone  will see my rams, and then they'll look at me and I'll be cursing  myself for not wearing the right dress?"

Pulling her to her feet, he said, "You're gorgeous just the way you are."

His words made her belly flutter. They both knew better. "I can't wear jeans to a gala."

"Then we'll go shopping."

He was sweet, but like a typical guy, he still clearly didn't get it.  "The other women will all be salon-prepped and wearing designer outfits  that cost as much as a condo on Maui."

"I have a condo on Maui," he said as the corners of his lips twitched,  "and I can confirm that some of those dresses cost even more." She was  glad that the laughter bubbling up helped to untwist the knots in her  stomach. "So let me take you shopping," he said softly, as persuasive as  he'd been on stage.         

     



 

"You've already paid for the chariot." For an amount she still had  trouble wrapping her mind around. When she threw in the money he'd  negotiated for her rams... Honestly, her head was still spinning. "A  dress isn't part of the deal."

He circled her slowly, trailing his fingers across her neck until he'd  pulled her hair back at her nape. "Think of dressing up as part of your  job. Showmanship. Salesmanship." His warm breath in her hair made her  legs weak. The kiss on the tender flesh of her neck made her knees  tremble. "You'll amaze them," he whispered as he pushed her hair to the  other side and kissed her just below her ear, then licked her. "Soft  velvet," he murmured, circling her waist with his arms. "Silky lace."

Suddenly, she couldn't think straight, especially when he drew her back against him and all she could feel was hard, sexy male.

"Let them see you in all your glory, Charlie."

His hands skimmed her flesh, his mouth crumbling her will and his  honeyed words seducing her. She succumbed to the reckless urge, spinning  around to kiss him breathless, not breaking apart until Sebastian's  private pilot cleared his throat and let them know he was ready for them  to board the plane.

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"I've got so much work to do on the chariot. But you seem to be able to  talk me into anything." Charlie mock-scowled as she stood in front of  him in the designer showroom wearing a red floor-length gown with a slit  up the leg. "Except this dress. It clashes with my hair."

Sweet Lord, Sebastian was hot for her. He'd watched her dress and  undress for forty-five minutes, zipped her into six different outfits,  four of which he'd liked, none of which Charlie would consider. Now he  was a heartbeat from throwing her over his shoulder, locking them  together inside the nearest storeroom, and ripping the dress off her so  he could finally do everything he'd been fantasizing about for weeks.  Touching her, Tasting her. Taking her.

It had taken him four days since their L.A. trip to arrange a shopping  expedition. Not because of his crazy schedule, but because Charlie had  thrown herself back into the chariot and horses, working with total  focus around the clock. What amazed him wasn't her work ethic, but the  way she dealt with screwups. When something wasn't going right, she  simply laughed at herself, then moved to another piece to clear her  head. Whereas Sebastian had never been able to go back to a drawing once  it had gone wrong. To date, he had four sketchbooks stocked with the  woman he still couldn't bring into complete focus or total  understanding.

He hated that she wouldn't accept just how extraordinary she was. Up on  that stage, he'd spoken directly to her, told her everything he believed  she was capable of, that she could do anything.

But he wasn't sure she'd heard him.

Right now, however, he had to agree that despite the display of elegant  leg, the red dress just wasn't Charlie. "Try something short and sexy."  He gave in to the urge to run his hand down the outside of her thigh.  "To show off your incredible legs."

Charlie raised an eyebrow as she sauntered to the rack of designer  dresses. "Now I know why you brought me here," she teased before  riffling through the dresses.

Because you mean everything to me.

The words knocked around in his head. His heart too. And they might have  spilled from his lips if she hadn't said, "How about this one?" She  held up a black silk-velvet dress with three-quarter sleeves and a  short, flared skirt. "It has pearls across the front. No, wait, that's  the back." She frowned. "How the heck do you get into this thing?"

"I'd be more than happy to help you figure it out," Sebastian said in a  low tone ripe with desire as he rose from his chair. "Got to get you out  of this one first, though."

He trailed his fingers across her back, and nuzzled her hair, impossibly  hungry for her. The zipper slid down, and he followed its path with his  mouth, the taste of her skin filling him up. The dress slid to  Charlie's feet and she stepped out of it, leaning down, clad only in  minuscule panties, to swipe it up and place it on a hanger. Then she  looked at him over her shoulder, a sexy, flirty smile on her lips and  her brilliant green eyes traveling his length.