Chapter 62: Carried Off
ELIZABETH HERALD
"Aren’t you afraid you’ll be disowned by your family?" I asked as Blake carried me up the stairs and down the hallways. The Carter mansion was freaking huge. "Haven’t you heard? I’m a horrible person. I’m indiscriminate with men. I’ve been institutionalized four—no, last summer made five, yeah, five times. And I’ve been to drug rehab twice. You’re really better off marrying Giselle. She’s perfect. Well, she has the personality of beige paint, but other than that, she’s perfect."
"I don’t want her." Blake kept me in his arms as he reached down to open a door. The lights flicked on automatically as we entered a luxurious space that I assumed was a bedroom. It looked more like a penthouse suite, though. Maybe it was. Had we left the Carter estate? I felt floaty. Everything seemed unreal.
"I’m dreaming," I murmured.
"I’m the one dreaming," Blake said, his voice low. "I have you in my arms." I met his gaze. He looked serious, but he couldn’t mean it, right? It was just a cheesy line. He laid me down on the massive bed. "Take off your dress."
"You’re going to be very disappointed, Blake. I am not actually promiscuous." I rose to my elbows and looked at him. "I’m still a virgin." I nodded. "Yes, I turned twenty-two today, and no, I’ve never had sex. Or a boyfriend. Well, except for Bacon. But he only held my hand. And I kissed his cheek once."
Blake’s expression darkened for a fraction of a second before smoothing back into that unreadable mask. "Wait a minute. It was your birthday, and your parents dragged you to one of these tedious dinners?"
"Yes. Also, I’m a virgin. I want to be clear on that in case you start liking my bony shoulders and want to see the rest of me."
A slow smirk curled his lips. "I definitely want to see the rest of you," he said. "But right now, I want you to be comfortable. You said the dress was itchy."
"It is."
"Then take it off."