I thought you might like another peek into Lena & Trent's edge-of-your-seat world, so read on for a glimpse...
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This scene is from Trent's POV and gives us a little insight into him falling, or more appropriately, stumbling for his Lena...
"You look good enough to eat," she declared.
"And I see you bothered to redress," I replied coolly.
"You noticed?" she asked, pulling at the now correctly buttoned shirt she wore. Just what the hell she'd been playing at earlier I did not know. But I was sure if I tried hard enough I could guess, and that guess would involve her riling Lena.
The thought of Lena had me sidestepping Carla without another word and crossing the tech room to Si.
"Is she ready?" I asked, and Si pointed to a security screen showing Damia and Lena emerging from her room, both of them laughing as though they'd bonded at a sleepover.
My breath caught in my throat and with a numb kind of knowledge I swallowed thickly and turned towards the door, awaiting their arrival. It occurred to me, as I stood there like a lovesick puppy, that I was making a fool of myself. But even if I could have moved, I don't think I wanted to. The desire to lay eyes on her before anyone else consumed me.
Damia walked into the room first, dressed in black and fully armed, ready for the night. Just like her brother. Then Lena glided in on sparkling wings.
Jesus. What was I supposed to do with this?
She smiled at a few people who had the wherewithal to announce she looked beautiful. She even laughed with someone who joked that she was Elite dolled up and far too perfect for our plain old hub. She moved between my team as though she belonged, even as she outshone every single one of us. A blinding star, bright, magnificent, and omnipresent. Out of my reach.
I cleared my throat and she lifted crystal encrusted eyelashes revealing stunning ice blue eyes.
I almost groaned aloud. This was going to be harder than facing Chew-wen.
"You look good," I managed, and forced myself not to cringe at the highly inadequate words.
"Nice one, Trent," someone muttered over my shoulder. "Real suave."
Yep. That was me as far as Lena was concerned.
"You ready?" she asked, not providing me with any reciprocal compliment, inadequate or otherwise.
I glanced around for Alan and found him smirking in the corner watching my fall from grace. He looked appropriately dressed in black, so I returned my attention to Lena and nodded.
"We're ready," I replied, inordinately pleased to have sounded like my old self.
"Very well," she offered with an Elite smile. A part of me was disappointed to hear the Honourable Selena Carstairs emerge again. But part of me was grateful to be reminded of where exactly I was going dressed like this. "I believe Harjeet has arranged a limousine for us," she added and I felt myself tense.
She blinked. The light caught on the crystals on her lashes and blinded me for a split second. And then awareness came rushing back in when she added, "Do you think we should take the black clad men armed with weapons and decoders and earpieces in the vehicle with us to the Palace's front door?"
Sarcasm dripped off every word, laced with unbridled amusement.
"Ah, of course not," I replied, feeling my skin tighten and heat wash up my cheeks.
I saw her fight it. I watched as her lips twitched and her eyes danced and all air was sucked from the room. Then she laughed and I was so fucking lost. And for the first time in my entire life I forgot why I was here. Why I was even born. What my role had always been.
I don't think so.
Make this woman mine? Yes, please.
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