The Wedding Date

Chapter Seven

Amelia

I'm not sure how much time had passed since I had returned to the drawing room. I woke with a jolt when I head the door click shut. I had not heard it open. I had been half expecting to look up and see Jennifer but, instead was met with the huge hulking form of Jack Priest.

As he stepped forward out of the shadows and into the bright warm sun rays coming in through the windows, his eyes seemed to glow. They went from being the beautiful carmel color to a rich honey color. For a split second looking into them it was as if all the air had been taken from inside my lungs. He still wore that same annoyed look that had no business making him look so attractive. His brows were drawn together, his lips were pouted forward as of he was disgusted. I wonder what he looks like when he smiles, I could help the shiver that went through me at the thought, if he ever smiles.

On the plane he had worn a suit but, now he was dressed bussiness casual. He wore a white button up shirt, sleeves pulled up. A pair of tan jeans. I couldn't help but be a little suprised. Most men who made as much as he did in a day, they flaunted their wealth anyway they could. Designer clothes, a Rolex, etc. Thinking about watches my eyes wandered to his hands. His hands were huge. The skin was a beautiful tanned color and looked smooth. I could see had had long thick fingers. His forearms seemed to tense as I looked they were like something made by a sculptor. I let out a cough looking away I felt my cheeks heat.

"Ms.Anderson," he said in an annoyed tone as if he were greeting a subordinate. Almost as if he had been the one waiting on me not the other way around.

"Please, call me Amelia." I said with a soft smile. I casually walked from where I stood near the window and took a seat on the couch. I slipped my sandals from my feet drawing my feet under me.

I know am going to have to try to keep it cordial with him we are be spending the better part of a week together, afterall. Last thing I need at this wedding was more unwanted attention. Losing my partner would certain do just that. But, part of me was teasing him. You're sexy when your annoyed let's see what you look like when your angry. I thought to myself.

"Right, well, I just wanted to apologize in person for missing the first event this morning." He said slipping his hands into his pockets. He did not at all sound apologetic. I laughed.

"Did you?" I asked him with a huge grin. He looked even more annoyed by my smile, which made me want to smile more.

"I did." he said in a curt tone. "Now that we are done here, I can meet you in hour when the group is meeting for dinner."

He turned to leave.

"We're not done here." I told him leaning back on the couch.

"Excuse me?" he hissed turned to look back at me with fire in his eyes. I was right, I thought to myself. I could feel my body reacting to him.

"You were going to apologize." I smiled meeting his gaze. He scoffed.

"I really don't have time for this Ms.Anderson." he said before turning to leave the room. I lept from the couch and caught his hand right as he opened the door to leave. I had done so without really thinking about it beforehand. His skin was impossibly smooth. Touching his skin had been like touching a live wire. I dropped it a split second after I grabbed it. He turned to look at me his expression conveying his confusion.

"Wait! I'm sorry I was just teasing you."

Bottom line, is Jack Priest physcially attractive? Abso-f*****g-lutely. However, to me it was a mute point. I had just seen first hand the way rich men liked to treat women. Something I had suspected for years had been proven by real life experiences. So am I interested in Jack Priest? Abso-f*****g-lutely not. I had no more interest I him then I'm sure he would be in me. It seemed since I left being my friend is social suicide. Lizzie had to explain herself to people constantly. I'm sure he's heard the run of the mill rumors about me. That I had started using drugs, had some kind of mental break, or I had left to hide an unwanted pregnancy ,etc, etc, etc.

My favorite one I had heard though was that my family had caught me stealing. In this story Skyler defending my honor dutifully only to find me in his own bed sleeping with his best friend. I liked that one because it sounded like some stupid bullshit that would come out of Skyler's mouth.

"Let's start over." I told him with a soft smile.

"And why would I want to do that?" he asked face returning to the same hard scowl.

"Well, I mean we are supposed to spend the week together. Who said we can't enjoy it? Maybe, get to know each other?" I genuinely had no desire to get to know this man but, I had seen the wedding itinerary. I was going to be hiking through the jungle with him.

"I don't need to get to know you. I know who you are. I know your type. I have absolutely no desire to sleep with you. You may think I am an easy target. I can assure you I'm anything but." He said it with such conviction I could not help but, laugh. The laugh I let out was loud and ugly and genuine.

"When did you think I was trying to seduce you?" I asked between fits of laughter. Judging by the look on his face he was suprised by my reaction.

"Just now, and then on the plane-" he began.

"On the plane I was joking. Just now I was trying to be friendly." I said recovering from my laughter. "Trust me when I say, I'm not trying to seduce you. I have no interest in you."

"Oh really? Is that true?" he asked. Why did he seem annoyed now?

"Absolutely." I told him meeting his gaze.

"Well then, this week won't be half as bad as I thought." he said with a strange smile that didn't seem quite like a smile. Why did it feel like he was trying to insult me?

"Good then." I said smiling back at him without missing a beat i turned to leave the room. I patted his shoulder on my way out like i might a close friend. "I'll see you tonight for drinks. I think I'll go have a nap."