"We'll be home soon honey," my mother told me as she pulled me into a tight hug. "Grandpa will take great care of you while we're away. You be a good girl for him like you are for Daddy and me. Okay?"
I nodded my head slowly as I clung to her, not understanding why they were leaving me behind this time. Why couldn't I go with them on the big white aeroplane? Why couldn't I go this time? I'd gone all the other times. I wiped tears from my eyes and sniffed loudly making my mother frown. She hated when I sniffed to keep my nose from running but I didn't do it on purpose this time and somehow she knew that. My mother kissed my forehead and slowly stood up, taking my hand in hers to lead me back towards the house which was going to be my home for the next two weeks.
"Diane, we have to leave," my father said, putting his hand on my mother's shoulder and then smiling down at me. "You'll be fine short stuff. Grandpa is fun . . .Even if he is a little old."
I giggled as my Dad lifted me into his arms and swung me around in a circle. I loved my Daddy. I was his little angel even though I could act like a right little devil when I wanted to. He kissed my forehead fondly and squeezed me to his chest. I always felt safe and protected whenever he held me. As if nothing could harm me if I was in his arms. My mother joined our little family hug and I grinned up at her, wondering why the both of them seemed so sad. They shared a look that I couldn't even begin to understand. It must be an adult thing, I thought as Dad slowly put me down and urged me towards my Grandpa. I remember standing next to the old man with my hand in his while I waved my parents away with the other hand. . .Back then though, I didn't know that it was going to be the last time that I saw either of them for a very long, long time. . .
"Delaney! Take those dratted headphones off and listen to me!" my grandfather yelled at the top of his lungs down the basement stairs to me and I heard every word. "Get your little skinny butt up here for breakfast. You'll be suspended if you're late again!"
I laughed out loud as I looked across the room at my iPod sitting on the tabletop. I hadn't even turned it on this morning while I had been training like I usually did but my Grandpa didn't know that. He constantly told me that I was so attached to the thing that if I ever lost it there would be more hell to pay then if I lost my actual head. I grabbed a towel off the back of the chair that was pushed up against the desk and wiped my forehead. I'd been down in the basement since four o'clock that morning and the time had really flown as I punched the crap out of the big punching bag that my Grandpa had bought me for my last birthday. I looked around the room and smiled. He'd really encouraged my interests in keeping fit and had set up the entire basement into my own personal gym. I had every piece of exercise equipment you can imagine and he'd even built a bar on the wall for me to practice my ballet. The floor was padded with gym mats so that I could do my gymnastics training. It was an amazing room and obviously my favourite of the entire house.
"Coming Gramps!" I yelled back and tossed the towel back onto the chair as I pulled on my jumper. "What's for breakfast?"
He was standing at the top of the stairs as I ran up them two at a time with a frown on his face. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders at him. I knew that he was going to lecture me about spending so much time downstairs instead of living my young life out with my friends. To which I constantly reply you need to have friends to hang out with them. I was never the time of girl that made friends easily at school so I generally chose to stick by myself and concentrate on other things. Grandpa opened his mouth to speak when the doorbell rang. He nodded at me to go up to my room to change and I quickly obeyed. There was something going on that Grandpa wanted me to stay out of and I learnt from a very young age to just shut up and listen.
"Be down in ten!" I called over my shoulder as I bounded up the stairs full of energy. "Or maybe five. . ."
Taking only two minutes to change my clothes and tie up my hair, I headed back down the stairs as quietly as I could. I wanted information and getting it sneakily was the only way to get it out of my grandfather. I could hear him talking to another man in the kitchen and I slowly crept towards the door on tiptoes hoping he was too distracted to notice me approaching. He had an amazing sixth sense of knowing when I was around that used to always get on my nerves when I was a child. But now, being seventeen nearly eighteen, I'd grown used to it and always attempt getting away with sneaking up on him. I heard him clear his throat and I sighed, lowering myself down onto flat feet and entering the kitchen.
"Delaney, come in here and meet my colleague," Grandpa said and I plastered a smile on my face like I did whenever any of his work mates come home. "Cut that out."
"Sorry Grandpa," I said, smiling genuinely and looking around him to see the man sitting at the table behind him. "Hi, I'm Delaney."
"Nice to meet you," the young man said, standing up and holding his hand out to shake mine. "I'm London Grace."
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep my mouth from dropping open. This man standing in front of me was a God!!! I looked him up and down, appreciatively drinking in his golden tanned skin and staring into his dark eyes. His hair was long enough to fall sexily across his face, covering his eyes just enough to give you the urge to reach out and brush it away for him. Even though he was fully clothed you could tell that he was very well toned and took pride in keeping his body that way. After shaking my hand, he ran his hand through his hair to get it off his face almost making me weak at the knees. I couldn't take my eyes off him let alone speak. I heard my Grandpa chuckle under his breath behind me as he gave me a shove towards the chair across from London. I sat down with a slight thump and tore my eyes away from the man in front of me. I felt hot and flustered, knowing that my cheeks must be pink giving my thoughts about him away.
"London is just here to give me an update on the new building across town, Delaney," my Grandpa explained as he placed a plate of fruit salad and yoghurt in front of me. "Eat or you're going to be late."
"Yeah. . .Back to that right Arnold?" London replied and I swear that he was staring at me as I bit into a plump ripe strawberry. "I have those drawings you asked me to bring over and the new budgets. Want me to email them to you or print them out?"
"Both," Grandpa replied as he buttered a piece of toast and put it onto a plate that had everything a good cooked breakfast should then handed the plate to London. "You eat that while I go and get my computer."
"Thanks," London said with a wide smile. "I skipped breakfast this morning."
Grandpa smiled at him with a nod and then left the room. Leaving me alone with the guy that would be definitely haunting my dreams for many nights to come. We didn't speak as we both sat there eating the breakfasts that my Grandpa had made for us. The only sound that could be heard was our teeth chewing the delicious morsels in our mouths. I looked up at him and licked my lips. I knew something that I would rather taste then my fruit this morning but I quickly looked down at my bowl, as my face grew hot once more. I felt his eyes on me again yet when I looked up it seemed that he was preoccupied starting up his laptop.
"Why do I get this great cooked breakfast while you eat fruit?" London asked me, surprising me.
"I like this better," I replied, indicating my bowl of fruit and smiling. "I'm really into eating healthy and staying fit. Grandpa does the same most of the time but he still likes to have his cooking his way and I'm guess you're not the type to eat 'rabbit food' as my Grandpa calls it."
"True. . .Well, I keep fit and I eat normal people food everyday," London said as he took a bite of his toast.
"You know what?" London questioned me, staring deep into my eyes and making me want to leap across the table at him.
"That you keep fit. . .I can tell," I replied and my eyes widened as I realized what I'd said. "I mean. . ."
"That's okay. I like it when pretty girls appreciate all the work I put into this body of mine," he said with a laugh and a wink at me as I quickly got up from the table. "Honestly, don't get embarrassed. I can appreciate that you keep fit as well."
I turned to catch him staring at my behind and silently thanked the gods that I had chosen to wear one of my tighter pairs of jeans. I smiled as I turned back around to the sink to finish washing out my bowl, glancing above the oven at the clock I swore. I was late for school already and my Grandpa would die if he got called into the principle's office one more time so close to the end of the school year. London stood up and joined me at the sink, slipping his plate under the running tap. He was so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body and I had to fight the over whelming urge I had to lean back against him and see if those muscles were as hard as they looked through his shirt. I shook my head, snapping myself out of the trance and quickly shut off the tap.
"I'm late. . .I have to go," I muttered, turning around expecting him to move but finding that he actually took a step closer to me.
"What are you late for?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot my neck causing goose bumps to appear on my arms.
"School," I replied and closed my eyes in ecstasy, letting my head fall back slightly.
"School?!" London exclaimed and took a fast step backwards. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen, eighteen in a couple of months," I answered him and couldn't help but laugh at the look of surprise on his face.
I didn't wait to hear his next remark and left the kitchen quickly, calling to my Grandpa that I was leaving. I snatched up my backpack that I'd left on the bottom step and headed for the front door. I was halfway down the driveway when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see London jogging towards me and I can assure you that it was a very wonderful sight. I bit my bottom lip and stared at him. Admiring the way that he moved as he came towards me. When he got to me he wasn't even a little out of breath. The guy must really work out!
"Want a ride?" he asked me and took hold of my hand in his without even waiting for my answer. "My car is parked on the road."
"What about Grandpa?" I questioned him and tried not to squeeze his hand too tightly even though the urge to make sure he was real was there. "Shouldn't you two be working?"
"I left a couple of things at the office and he asked if I would mind giving you a ride to school on the way to pick them up. You can walk if you want to but you'll end up being late," London spoke to me as if I was a child that he was scolding yet he didn't hold my hand like he was leading a child. "I'm just trying to be helpful."
"A ride would be wonderful," I replied and bit back the comment about riding him in his back seat would be even better that was swirling around in my head at the time.
I was glad that she didn't say it as soon as I saw his car. It was a small silver sporty kind of car that didn't even have a back seat! He held open the door for me and I carefully got in. It was rather clean on the inside for it to be a guy's car but he took good care of himself so why shouldn't he take good care of his car? I smiled to myself and waited for him to get into the driver's seat. He didn't speak to me the entire three-minute drive and roared up the front gate of the school without even asking me if he should park there. A group of girls that I've known since primary school stood there staring at the car. . .No, staring at London. I rolled my eyes and began to reach for the door handle when London rushed out of his seat to the other side of the car to open it for me.
"I'm always a gentleman," he said as he took hold of my hand to help me out of the car.
"Well you're certainly making an impression on the group of girls over there," I remarked at him wondering if that was the reason he was acting like such a knight in shining armour and started to walk away but he caught my hand.
"Maybe it's not them that I want to make an impression on," he replied and brought my hand to his lips, slowly and softly kissing the back of my hand making my skin tingle. "I hope we cross paths again soon, Delaney."
I didn't bother waiting there on the curb to watch him drive away. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he did make an impression on me. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and walked towards the school refusing to even glance over my shoulder at his departing car. It was going to be a long taxing day at school today especially with all the mad thoughts that were running around my head about that man. I headed for my locker and to put away my things when I noticed the group of girls standing in front of it.
"What do you want?" I asked Cynthia (the leader of the pack and head cheerleader).
"Who was that amazing looking guy that you were with?" she questioned me and the other girls eagerly nodded their heads. "Is he your brother or cousin or something? Surely he can't be. . ."
"My boyfriend?" I asked cutting her off mid thought. "So what if he is? You trying to tell me something Cyn?"
"Well you've never been interested in boys before. . .We always kind of thought you well. . .batted for the other team," Cynthia snapped back and smirked at me. "Like really, have you ever even had a boyfriend?"
I rolled my eyes and ignored her snide comments as I opened my locker to put my backpack inside. She always tried to tear me down because I was the only girl that didn't agree to become one of her blonde hair bimbo clones. The ones that followed her around like sick puppy dogs. We used to have gymnastics class together when we were little kids. Hell, we used to be friends but then she grew boobs and got discovered by the male population and I didn't feel like going along for the ride, which meant I was unworthy of being called her friend. She whispered something to her clones and they all laughed in a sick high pitched way that made me turn around sharply.
"What was that Cynthia?" I snapped at her feeling anger boil up inside of me as she whispered something else to her friends. "Are you too frightened to say it to my face?"
"I was just saying that I must be out of my mind to think that that guy could be interested in you. He must be your cousin or some other family member visiting. A guy like that deserves a girl that knows what she's doing," Cynthia answered, crossing her arms underneath her big bimbo breasts and stared at me, obviously wanting me to bite back.
Before I could even think of a comeback I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist and turn me around slowly. I stared up at London's face and smiled expecting that to be the end of it just holding me like that showed we weren't family. But it wasn't even the beginning. . .He tilted his head and slowly leaned towards me. His soft lips captured mine in a soft, slow yet deep kiss. I felt his tongue slip between my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my hands through his dark thick locks of hair. My body felt as if it was on fire as he pulled me closer towards him deepening the kiss more. Time didn't feel as if it had passed as he continued to kiss me and then as quickly as it had begun he pulled away from me but kept me firmly held in his the warm safety of his strong arms. I stared into his eyes and grinned from ear to ear then he looked up at Cynthia.
"Trust me, honey," he said to her, looking her straight in the eyes. "This girl knows what she's doing. . ."
He kissed me again quickly and handed me my jacket that I must have left on the floor of his car. I was gob smacked which was very rare for me. Words just didn't seem to be able to form sentences in my head. London squeezed my hand and mumbled something about picking me up after school at the gate. I thought that he was just playing so I nodded my head and then he left me. He even had a sexy way of walking away from me. I melted against my locker and sighed happily, closing my eyes and licking my lips. The bell rang loudly and brought me away from my memories. I smiled at Cynthia who was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. A quick wave and I started to head for my homeroom. . .What a wonderful way to start my day off. . .