Becoming Mrs. LockwoodBy: K.I. Lynn
“Yes, Mom. I’m going to dinner with Weston. He’ll be here in about five minutes, so I need to finish getting ready.”
I pulled the dress over my head, and she walked over to help me straighten it out.
“Aren’t you glad I bought you those fancy shoes now?” she asked, her smile reflecting in the mirror as she zipped me up. “I’m so happy you met someone! Tell me about him.”
“Well, he’s older than I am. I’m not quite sure what he does for a living, but I can tell he makes a lot of money. Not that it matters. Just stating a fact.” A smile grew on my face as the memories of our day together ran through my mind again. “I had a lot of fun with him today. The most fun I’ve ever had with anyone.”
“Wow.” There was more than a twinge of awe in her voice as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
“What?” I blinked at her.
“I’ve just never seen you smile like that. He must be special.”
I let out a nervous laugh and brushed my hair behind my ears just in time to hear a knock on the door.
“That must be him!” She clapped her hands as she jumped up and ran to open the door despite my protests.
After opening the door, I noticed there was silence from her.
“You must be Wren’s mother,” Weston said from the other side of the door.
“Uh-huh,” was all that my mother managed to squeak out at first. “Hi, I’m Karen.” She held out her hand.
“Oh, I know.” I rolled my eyes at my mother’s fawning. I’d only said his name once. “You’re really taking my daughter out?”
“If it’s all right with you? I have flowers here to bribe you, if need be.”
Slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my clutch and headed to the door to free him from the awkwardness of my mother ogling him. Weston handed the flowers to Mom and held his hand out to me.
“You look beautiful,” he said as his gaze slowly slid down my body and back up again.
“Thank you.” I ogled him just the same. “You look very handsome.”
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “This is everyday wear for me, but thank you.”
Mom grabbed on to my arm and held a finger up to Weston. “Give us a quick sec.” She pulled me into the bathroom and shut the door. “Do you have your mace on you?”
“I’m just saying, be careful.”
“He can hear you, you know. This room echoes.”
She shook her hand in my face. “Just check in, okay?”
I nodded and reached for the door, pulling it open and smiling up at a Weston, who was wearing the sexiest amused grin.
“I’ll see you later, Mom,” I said, crossing the threshold and taking his arm.
“Have a great time! I’ll see you later!” She waved.
We walked arm in arm. The elevator ride was silent, but I was just happy to be with him. The day had definitely sealed in his status as a crush.
“Where are we going?” I asked when we reached the lobby.
He gave me that sexy smirk again, and I couldn’t help but think of our kiss from earlier. “Off the strip.”
“Off the strip?” Did people go off the strip?
He smiled devilishly and took my hand as we crossed the lobby and exited out the front doors. I thought we were headed toward the taxi stand, but he pulled me toward a limo that was sitting in front of the door. The driver was standing there, holding the door for us.
“Good evening, Mr. Lockwood,” he greeted, and then looked at me curiously.
“Good evening, Dan.” Weston shook his hand and we climbed in.
His eyes were on me, studying something, but I couldn’t figure out what.
“This is slightly overkill, don’t you think?” It wasn’t like we were going to prom or something.
Weston laughed and relaxed back onto the seat, leaving me once again wondering what he did for a living. “I like to do things with a bit of flare. That, and do you know how many germs are in those cabs?”
“Are you a germaphobe, Weston?” I teased.
“Hardly, but I wouldn’t want to sully your pretty dress with that grimy cab.”
“Flattery will . . . yeah, flattery will get you somewhere.” We both laughed, mine with a bit of a nervous edge.