“Alanna,” I hear Adrian shout. I quickly rise up from the sofa and I march my way into his room. I am stunned when I see Adrian shirtless and standing in his closet. I stare and Adrian smirks.
“Can you help me choose a suit?” I walk over to him and I begin to look through his closet. I shake my head at the quantity of clothes he has. There are racks full of suits and piles of jeans. The entire back wall is lined with shoes and there is a separate wall for all his ties.
“Oh my god Adrian how many suits do you need?” He frowns at me.
“Will you just help me pick one?” I roll my eyes at him and I watch as he becomes frustrated.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he says firmly. I laugh at him and then I begin to pick through his suits. I run my fingers along the arms of his jackets until I come across a familiar one. I stare at it for a minute and then I remember that it is the suit that he was wearing the first time that I saw him. The dark blue pinstripes remind me of the way I was drawn to him - from that very first glance. I lift the suit from the rail and I hand it to Adrian.
“What made you choose that one?” He says in a sarcastic tone. I smile at him and then I feel as if he was perhaps testing me. Maybe he wanted me to pick that suit. Adrian was possibly testing me to see if I remembered our first meeting. I shake my head slowly as I try to hide my paranoia.
“You wore that suit when we first met.” He looks at it and he smirks.
“Yes, I believe that I did.” Adrian switches the light off in his closet and he makes his way over to the bed. He throws the suit down and then he makes his way into the bathroom. He begins to fill the sink and he takes out his razor. I walk closer and then I finally stand in the doorway of the bathroom. Adrian turns to me.
“Baby what are you doing?” I blush but I maintain my position.
“Do you mind if I watch you shave?” He lets out a dark laugh and he makes a nod towards me. He switches off the tap and then he applies his shaving foam. He gently begins to shave and I cannot tear my eyes away from him. His fluid motions are mesmerizing to me and I could watch them all day. He rinses his face and then gently pats it dry. He reaches over and grabs his cologne and he splashes a few drops onto his neck. I catch a whiff of the scent and I breathe it in. He slips on his massive gold Rolex and then he makes his way back into the room. He approaches me and I grab onto his bare chest. He holds me tight as I run my fingers along his back. We kiss and then I break free.
“I will let you get dressed,”
Adrian walks into the lounge and he is breathtaking. I instantly smile at him as I clutch the little box that I have for him. He strides over to me.
“Adrian I have something for you,” I say as I hand him the little black box. He wrinkles his forehead at me and then he reaches for the gift.
“What is this?” He says in a firm voice.
“You are always buying me gifts am I not entitled to return the gesture?” Adrian rolls his eyes at me as he slowly begins to unwrap the outer packaging. My heart gently races as I await his reaction. He opens the box and he smiles at my gift.
“Thanks baby,” is all that he manages to say. I watch as he puts the cufflinks into place. I smile at him and then he grabs onto me.
Adrian walks me along to Sophie and Emma’s room. He knocks firmly on the door. Emma answers and she instantly smiles at her brother.
“Wow, you two look amazing,” she gushes.
“Alanna and I have dinner plans with my…” Adrian trails off and I know that he wants me to finish his sentence.
“We are having dinner with Mr Jenkins and his wife. They are Adrian’s adoptive parents.” Emma quickly senses that Adrian is uncomfortable talking about this subject so she quickly changes the topic.
“Okay well I am going to have a quiet night so I guess I will see you in the morning.” Adrian smiles at his sister and then she closes the door.
Adrian escorts me down into the reception of the hotel and he ushers me out into the cold night of London. We walk over to his black Range Rover and Adrian quickly opens the door for me. I jump in and I lean back into the plush leather seat. The car speeds away and Adrian grabs my hand as he drives. I look out onto the city and I cannot contain my smile. The London Bridge is mesmerizing and the London Eye is breath taking in the dark night. Big Ben chimes through the city and I again smile at the sound. Adrian’s phone rings and he pushes the steering wheel gently to answer his call.
“Hello Jeff,” Adrian says in light voice.
“Hello mate, how’s it going?” Jeff says in a strong British accent. I smile at the sound and Adrian quickly notice’s my reaction.