AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST 39 CLUES FANFIC SO HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE 39 CLUES
Amy looked at her prada watch again for the millionth time in ten minutes. She was so anxious to see Ian Kabra again. It had been 2 years since the hostages had recovered and the branches had united. At the age of 19 she had taken over as the Mardigal leader for the next generation and Ian had taken over as the Lucain leader for the next generation. This meant they had to spend tons of time with each other in meetings, over the phone or on missions. After spending so much time with him Amy had discovered Ian had changed. He wasn't power-hungry, greedy, handsome, rich snob anymore he was a wealthy, nice, considering, peaceful, handsome, prince charming. It had taken 2 years for Amy to admit her feelings but now she was sure she was in love with Ian Kabra.
Ian was in sleek black limo thinking about the one face that caused his heart to swell every time. That face belonged to the love of his life … Amy Cahill. She had changed since the clue hunt. She had become more confident, she lost her stutter, became a strong leader, she became girly and pretty. Every time he closed his eyes he could see her face. Her pale fragile face with wide emerald eyes framed with long seductive lashes, small thin lips the color of roses and sharp cheekbones gave her a strong and tempting appearance. He had been looking forward to this Cahill reunion for a long time; in fact he had called Uncle Fiske and reported that he had urgent Lucain/Mardigal problems to discuss with Amy so he would be arriving a day early. Being ever so kind Uncle Fiske had invited him a week early and he eagerly took the offer.
AMY
His limo had arrived 5 minutes late and by that time I was pulling my hair out with anxiety but all that disappeared when I saw him. Ian had spiked his jet black hair so that it complimented his olive toned skin and he was wearing a fitted Armani shirt with a pair of designer jeans. His amber eyes which were staring in her direction widened, she immediately looked down, " Had she forgotten to wear pants?" she thought in horror to herself. When she looked down all she saw were her black skinny jeans.
IAN
As soon as I stepped out of my limo I saw her. Amy was wearing a white fitted Armani shirt that showed quiet a bit of cleavage, a pair of tight black skinny jeans most likely from Guess and a prada watch Natalie got her last Christmas. Her hair had been straightened and held in place with an emerald clip her lips were shaped into a smile and her eyes…. That was when I noticed she was staring at me with wide emerald eyes but as soon as I looked into them she dropped her gaze and she stared at the floor in horror. Why would she do that? Than I realized I must have looked pretty dumb ogling at her, so I looked away.
AMY
After an awkward minute I finally spoke up, "Ian would you kindly follow me to my room. Uncle Fiske told me you had some matters to discuss." I waited anxiously for his response which came out smoothly, "Yes I do it is about the training program that we set up for Lucains and Mardigals." I nodded at him knowingly; we had had some fights break out this past month. But that was not what I wanted to talk to him about .
IAN
When we were finally in her room I barely held back a gasp. It was huge it had big floor to ceiling windows, golden curtains, a enormous white fur rug, various paintings, and a grand bookshelves with Italian molding, and a big bed that looked very tempting. Amy led me to a black leather sofa and sat next to me. I cleared my throat and was about to talk when my sexy crush interrupted me.