KATE
I walk down the street on the way to meet Elanor for lunch. She’s in London for a rare week, and I’m trying to patch things up between us. I don’t know what’s going on with her lately, but I do know she needs my compassion, not my anger.
My phone rings and I dig it out of my bag; the name Elliot lights up the screen.
“Hi.”
“How’s my girl?”
I smile at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. “Good.”
“I have to go to New York next week.”
I frown. “Oh . . . Okay.”
“I want you to come with me.”
I stop on the spot. “Why?”
“Because I can’t go seven days without seeing you.”
I smile goofily down the phone, and I know it’s true. We’ve spent almost every night together for weeks. We’re so besotted that it’s just assumed we will spend each night together, it’s not even a question. I can’t go seven days without seeing him either.
“I can show you my New York home and take you to my gallery. And besides, I want to have you to myself for a week,” he says as he tries to talk me into it.
Excitement fills me, I don’t need convincing. It sounds like heaven.
“I’ll have to work through the days of course, but I can arrange a meeting so that you have an excuse to be there-”
“No,” I cut him off. “I’ll take leave, I have lots owing. I don’t want anyone from work knowing about us.”
“Okay.”
“I mean-” That came out wrong. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. Where are you?” he asks.
“On my way to meet my sister for lunch.”
“I keep forgetting that you have a sister, what’s her name again?”
“Elanor.” I pause for a moment. “Actually, do you know her? Elanor Landon.”
“I don’t think so, how would I know her?”
“She goes out with the kind of men you mix with, perhaps you’ve seen her around?”
“Hmm, the name isn’t familiar, who knows? Maybe I’ve seen her before, I’ll know when I meet her, I guess.”
I smile as hope blooms in my chest. He’s planning on meeting my family . . . Oh, this is going too good to be true, and not at all as I expected.
“So, you’ll come to New York?” he asks.
“If I can get time off work.”
“I’m pretty sure that your boss would insist on it.” I can tell that he’s smiling.
“Well, my boss is a sex maniac.” I smirk.
“Happily so,” he says in his deep, swoony voice.
Well, that makes two of us.
“Goodbye, Kathryn.”
I smile; not that long ago I hated it when he called me Kathryn, but now it’s a term of endearment.
“Bye, El.” I hang up and practically float to the restaurant. I’m going out with God’s gift to women and he’s taking me to New York and he thinks I’m fucking fantastic.
Life is good.
I walk into the restaurant and look around. Elanor is sitting at the back and she smiles and waves as she sees me. I smile and wave and make my way to her.
“Hi.” She stands and kisses me on the cheek, holds me by the arms and looks me up and down. “You look fantastic.”
“Thanks.” I smile proudly-that would be all the orgasms. “So do you.”
I’m not lying, she really does. She’s wearing a fitted, cream woolen dress and knee-high boots. Elanor is a lot of things, but her beauty is unmatched.
“Sit down, sit down,” she says as she ushers me into my seat. “I ordered some wine.”
“I’m at work today.”
“One glass won’t hurt, darling.” She rolls her eyes as if I’m an idiot.
I fake a smile, ugh . . . here we go, Elanor and her condescending eye rolls.
She pours us both a glass of wine. “So . . .” She looks me up and down. “Why do you look so amazing, are you seeing someone?”
I beam with happiness. “I am, actually.”
“Hmm.” She sips her wine. “Well, happiness suits you. Anyone I know?”
I open my mouth to tell her who it is and then I shut it again. What if she blurts it out to the world? I’m sure she would know the same people that Elliot knows. But he did say he was my boyfriend?
Hmm, but he hasn’t announced anything yet. I’ll guess I’ll wait to tell her until I’ve spoken to him first. “Nobody you would know, just a guy from work,” I reply. Technically that is true. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”
“No, I broke up with Frederick.”
I frown. “What happened to Alexander?”
“Oh.” She screws up her face. “I broke up with him months ago, he got so boring. When we had sex he would come in two minutes flat. I have needs that I’m not compromising on.”
Poor Alexander. I wonder if he knows she’s telling the world about his performance. Seriously . . . what a cold bitch. I take a big gulp of wine. Jeez. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Don’t say it.
“Tell me, how’s that boss of yours doing. Elliot Miles, the gorgeous specimen.”
I cough as I choke. “What?” I wince.
“I’m in London for a few days, I might look him up.”
Horror runs through me. “Do you know him?”
“We’ve seen each other before, but no formal introduction. Although I’m making sure that changes.”
“He’s getting married,” I lie.
“And?”
“Well, he’s taken,” I scoff.
“Darling.” She smiles as if I’m stupid. “If I want Elliot Miles, I will take him from whoever I have to.”
I clench my jaw as fury runs through me. “You would actually stoop so low as to break up a happy relationship?”
“Of course, why not? I’ve done it before and I can do it again.” She casually sips her wine. “Where does he go out to? What clubs? What do you know?”
My angry heartbeat echoes through my ears. “I’m not sure.” I tip my head back and drain my glass.
She stares into space as she thinks. “Maybe I can come and see you at work, accidently knock on his office door.”
My eyes widen in horror. “No. You won’t do that,” I snap. “I forbid you to try and see him, Elanor. This is my job, don’t ruin it for me.”
“Oh hush.” She rolls her eyes again. “Always so dramatic. You’re acting like you have a crush on him or something.”
“Maybe I do,” I blurt out.
She gives me a smile and raises her glass in the air as a silent salute. “Well then.”
“Well then, what?”
“Nothing.” She shrugs casually as if she has a secret.
“What, Elanor?” I snap.
“You’ve worked for him for years and you haven’t snagged him, it’s obviously not going to happen. Is it?” She sips her wine. “And besides, you’re seeing someone else.”
Damn it, why did I lie?
“What makes you think he would fall at your feet anyway?” I snap.
She flicks her hair over her shoulders. “Because he will.”
I sit at the table and push my food around my plate with my fork.
“What’s wrong?” Elliot asks as he watches me. “You’ve been quiet all night.”
I exhale heavily. I know this is going to make me sound insecure and pathetic but I can’t help it, I have to say it.
“My sister told me today that she is making a play for you.”
He frowns.
“And she’s beautiful, Elliot, and she gets whatever man she wants.”
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he tries to hide his smile. “And there she is. My beautiful, vulnerable Kate.” He takes my hand over the table.
I roll my eyes, knowing how pathetic I sound. “Don’t.”
“Well, did you tell her that I’m taken?”
“Yes.”
“And what did she say?”
“She told me she could get you to leave any woman.”
He picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips, clearly amused by my insecurity. “I’m with you. Your sister . . . or any other woman for that matter, doesn’t stand a chance.”
My eyes search his.
“You have my word,” he promises.
I give him a stifled smile. “I just know-”
“She’s not you, Kate,” he cuts me off, leans over, and takes my face into his hands and kisses me tenderly. “There is only one Landon sister that I want, and she’s right here.” He puts the palm of my hand over his chest.
I smile against his lips, feeling a little better.
“And just so you know, if one of my brothers made a play for you? They wouldn’t survive it.”
My heart swells, and just when I think I can’t care for this man more than I already do . . .
He proves me wrong again.