Take me with
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Talon's lips curved up into a brief smile for a moment, watching as she fumbled for words. The box remained tight against her chest, as if she could use it as a shield between them.
"You like making me uncomfortable, don’t you?" she muttered.
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Not at all. I simply like watching you squirm".
Halo huffed. "Well, congratulations. If you keep this up you might see a lot of that"
Talon chuckled but said nothing more. Instead, he walked toward the minibar at the far side of the bedroom, pouring himself a glass of something brown...... tequila?.
"Do you drink, I could pour you a glass?" He asked her although he could already assume her response.
"No, I drank the thing called beer once and it tasted foreign on my taste buds".
He said nothing, another smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the wall, watching her.
"You just got married to me, won't you at least celebrate?"
"There's not much to celebrate" she responded without tearing her eyes from the files in her hands..
He wasn't going to lie, he appreciated the fact that she was focused on the material before her. But at the same time, he felt like she should've focused on him instead.
"Well if you ever feel the need to celebrate, let me know" he murmured, glancing at the watch on his wrist. He needed to go.
Halo heard him drop the now empty cup on the top of the side table. He looked like he was headed somewhere.
"Can I come along?"
He paused mid-step.
"It's a press conference, news of our marriage has spread far and wide. I need to clarify the news in order for my father to believe in it".
"And......?"
"And that means that I will need to address my marital status in front of very loud crowds, noisy paparazzi's, the press and all those things. Given your.....erm previous situation, I doubt it's your scene"
She stood up from the seat hastily. Still holding the box to her stomach.
"It's not my scene because my parents never let me witness such a scene. But I expect you not to shut me out like they did, please Talon. I want to come with you, and I.....I want the public to know who I am" she had stayed hidden for far too long.
He surveyed her from head to toe, if she was going to come with him. Then it wouldn't be like this, looking like a maid ripped out from medieval times.
"If you want to press to see you and think, ah Talon Ashwood made an indisputable pick, then you have to crank up your game"
She could understand what he meant, she wouldn't refuse a makeover. Infact Halo knew how badly she needed one.
"Are you offering to have me upgraded?, I didn't come with clothes or anything of mine as you know so, you'd be the one helping me out with the things I would need to look presentable"
"I would make sure that you have suitable clothes and jewelry, don't worry your little head about that."
She wanted to say a 'thank you' to portray her gratitude but she took offence, pertaining to the end of his sentence. Her head wasn't small.
"My head isn't..... well it isn't big either...it's just, uh... well it isn't small"
She didn't know why his gaze disarmed her, she was trying to be as composed as an Ashwood's wife should be. But here she was, struggling to pick the right words.
"I know your head isn't small. You aren't a fetus. I was just teasing you, wife"
"I don't want you to think that I don't have a sense of humor"
"Do you?" He joked with a raised brow.
"Yes, I can understand jokes and relate to them"
"Can you?"
"Yes I can"
"You can?"
She took a deep breath and stayed quiet. Trying to figure out how she would compose herself before the public was a more pressing issue than bantering with Talon. Even if she so badly wanted to give him a retort that would wipe the stupid smirk off his delicately carved fa-
Get it together Halo.
"Do you still want me to come with you?" She asked calmly, returning to a relaxed state.
"Do you still want to come with me?"
Sigh, Talon. Couldn't he give a straight response. Did he always have to answer her question with questions of his own. Could she put up with this?.
"Is that a flash of irritation I see on your face Halo?"
What do you think?
She wanted to respond, but decided to restrain her tongue.
He tugged on his sleeves pulling them up, revealing his thick veiny arms. Not too veiny that it would look like he was on steroids. Few lines of root patterns , enough to make her want to study them.
"I like that look on you wife. You look like an angry chihuahua with it, and it makes me want to let you bite me"
She swallowed again, one moment he made her feel like socializing with him was a hard task, and the next, he made her all warm and speechless.
What was worse, he was her husband. With all these talks, she was bound to end up in his sheets. But no, Halo had more self control and dignity to let her core stir over some few casual lines.
"I'm ready for the upgrade. Where do we begin?" She chose to answer instead.
Inwardly hoping that somehow, the makeover would really elevate her appearance.
"Good. Because you'll be having the best stylist available attending to you"
"Gennifer Boris?" Halo asked. The woman was a popular figure that had styled different affluent people, celebrities, models, artists and musicians etc, and one time, even her sister Scarlet. It would be such an experience and a great honour to be transformed by the hands of such a great stylist.
But Talon, sweet, kind, lovely Talon....note the sarcasm, had other plans.
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