(Note: I have a feeling this
is gonna be a long story, and I'm sorry if you're getting bored. More
interesting stuff is gonna happen soon, I promise.)
Belle looked at her watch and sighed. 6:45. Knowing Shawn
and his incredible talent of showing up early for almost everything, he should be
arriving at any minute. She paced the living room of the penthouse until she
started getting dizzy, then sat down on the couch. "Where is he?" she asked. "I
was expecting him by now." She looked at her watch again. 6:49. No, wait. 6:50.
DING DONG
And there he was. Belle took a deep breath and walked over
to the door. Checking her hair one last time, she opened the door and almost
keeled over from what she saw. Shawn was dressed in khaki pants and a tight
blue t-shirt that showed off his muscles.
Shawn raised his eyebrows at the sight before his eyes
when Belle opened the door. "Wow. You look – you look great." And it was the
truth, too. She was wearing a simple yet elegant black dress that fell right
above the knees. And the best part about the dress, in Shawn's opinion, was
that it hugged Belle's curves in exactly the right places. He always loved
that.
Belle felt her face get warm from the way Shawn was
looking at her. She could see the passion, the want in his eyes and was a
little uncomfortable. Didn't he know the way he was affecting her? Standing
there in that blue shirt and those pants – ooh, it was so tempting to flat out
kiss him right there…
'Get those thoughts out of your head, Isabella. You're a
taken woman now. You're getting married to Jacob in a month, and you don't have
feelings for anyone else,' she scolded herself. 'But he does look pretty damn
sexy in that shirt—Okay, that's enough. Stop it, Belle.'
Belle took a deep breath to stop the argument going inside
her head and smiled. "Thanks. You look great too."
Shawn smiled back. "Cool. You ready?" he asked, offering
his arm.
Belle accepted his arm and shut the door behind her.
"Absolutely. Let's go to dinner." When they reached Shawn's car, Belle
whistled. "Nice car," she complimented him.
Shawn smiled and opened the passenger door for Belle.
"Thanks. It's a '99 Camaro Sport that the Marines supplied for me. So basically
all it cost me is a lot of physical pain," he joked.
Belle sat in the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt.
When Shawn stepped in his side, she said, "I don't know much about cars, not
even with Brady as my older brother, but I know a nice car when I see one. Did
you get to pick it out?"
Shawn shook his head and started the engine.
"Unfortunately, no. Luckily, though, they picked a nice one for me. So, let's
go," he said, turning on the radio and hitting the gas pedal.