Find Me Alastar(74)

I probably would.

For at this moment, there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her.

I am completely and utterly smitten.





Emerson


“Ouch! You’re burning my hair,” I cry as I try to pull away from my Dr. Evil hairdresser, Brielle.

“Shut up.” She pulls my hair as she puts it into the hot roller. “It has to be tight if you want the curls to stay in.”

We are in the main bathroom of Alastar’s house and it’s early Friday evening, before the gala ball. Brielle is doing my hair, although at this stage I really wish she wasn’t. I should have listened to Twinkle and booked in at the hairdressers for some pain free styling.

“I want some hair left at the end of this night, you know?” I frown as she pulls my hair again and I wince in pain. I put my hands up to my scalp. “You’re f*cking pulling it out,” I half yell.

“Shut the f*ck up!” she snaps as she holds the comb between her teeth in concentration. “You are the worst client ever.”

“Yeah, well, trust me, making people bald is not something to be proud of.”

She rips my hair again and I wince.

Alastar puts his head around the corner. “Everything okay in here?” he asks as he looks between the two of us, unsure of what we are doing.

“Yes, she’s being a wimp. No pain, no gain,” Brielle mutters with the comb still between her teeth.

I smile and hold out my hand for him. He bends and kisses me on the cheek. Embarrassment temporarily fills me. He is used to seeing beautiful women getting their hair done while drinking green blended juices and acting glamorous. Here I am, too tight to go the hairdresser, perched on the toilet with the lid down, drinking wine with my best friend who is literally scalping me while we swear and curse at each other. I am the opposite of glamorous. I am the anti-glamour.

My eyes drop down Alastar’s body. He is wearing black pants and a crisp white shirt which is finished off with a black bow tie. His wavy dark hair is sitting in the best messy style on the planet, and his big, beautiful lips are primed for kissing.

He stands leaning on the doorframe watching Brielle at work.

I am in a robe, my make up is done, and I will slip into my dress as soon as Dr. Evil finishes my hair.

He feels me watching him and he raises a brow.

“You look hot.” I smile as my eyes drop down his body.

His eyes flash to Brielle, and I know he doesn’t feel comfortable with me saying that in front of her.

“You do.” Brielle smiles around her comb as she inspects him herself. “Smoking,” she adds.

He smiles and, feeling uncomfortable with the compliments, nods and exits the room.

“I have to admit,” Brielle whispers. “He is gorgeous.”

I shake my head as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and blow out a deflated breath. “Gorgeous doesn’t even come close, Brelly. I like his insides better than I like his outsides.”

“God, his outsides are pretty f*cking awesome.” She rips a hot roller out of my hair and I wince in pain.

“I know.” I sigh sadly.

“Why does he have to live on the other side of the world?” she whispers as she begins to comb out the curls.

“He’s leaving on Tuesday.”

“To go where.”

“Travelling.”

“How long for?”

“He won’t be back before we go home,” I murmur sadly.

Her horrified eyes meet mine in the mirror. “So, what? That’s it then?”

I nod as a sick feeling passes over me. “Yep.” I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “I only have him for three more days.”



* * *



Two hours later and the reception room is in full swing, fancy, and crammed with beautiful people. Alastar is at my side and we are drinking champagne.

His arm slips around my waist and he pulls me to him. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he whispers closely in my ear before he kisses me on my cheek.

I smile into him. “About a hundred times already.”

“I will tell you a hundred more before the night is out.” He kisses me on the lips and my eyes dart around to the people surrounding us. “We are in public.” I smirk. “People will notice.”

He smiles as he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “I want people to notice. I want them to see the beautiful girl I am with tonight.”

My cheeks begin to heat. “I imagine you have bought some pretty beautiful dates to these sort of things before. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He shakes his head subtly. “I have never bought a date to a work function before.”

I frown. “Why not?”

“I haven’t had anyone I wanted to share this with.”

My eyes hold his. What’s going on here? Am I imagining this feeling of closeness between us? This ends in three days, and instead of falling further into the Twinkle abyss, I need to snap myself out of it.

His hand cups my face tenderly and he smiles down at me.

“Are you trying to make me fall for you?” I whisper as my eyes search his.

A trace of a smile crosses his face. “Maybe, is it working?” he murmurs as he kisses me gently. His lips hold mine with suction, but no tongue, my eyes closed in reverence. I’ve never been kissed the way he kisses me. He kisses me to my bones and every cell in my body closes her eyes, unable to think of anything else but the beautiful man who is taking front and center stage of everything.