29. The Signs.

[Claire]
"Now, was that so hard to do?" Sophie asked me, smiling widely.
"No, it was not actually." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in then all of a sudden I squealed. "He's coming to pick me by nine."
"That gives us two hours to get you ready, more than enough time." Michele said and Sophie nodded digging into her purse for something.
"Enough time?" I looked at them doubtfully, I could still remember how long it took them to get me ready for the charity gala.
"That was the gala, this is different, more informal." Michele said, reading my mind.
"Got in." Sophie beamed giggling her keys in the air. "I've got some boxes in the boot." She said and gave Michele the key.
"Fantastic." He smiled and took the key, he skipped out of the house like a little child.
"Boxes?" I asked Sophie when we were alone.
"Oh, just some things that I like to carry around with me sometimes, you never know when you would need to prepare someone for a romantic first date." She said and I laughed.
"You knew it was going to happen today didn't you?"
The door opened and Michele rushed back in with an armload of clothes and some boxes.
They both got to work instantly and we began trying different clothes, shoes and hairstyles.
Finally when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Sophie spun me around and I turned to see my reflection in the large mirror I had perched on my wall.
I don't understand Sophie's obsession with silver.
I had on a silver mini body hug gown with thin straps and not much else going on on it.
I wore strappy leather heel sandals with crystal stones on them, I was holding onto a black leather clutch and I had on a pair of silver studs.
Michele had hot rolled my hair and then dropped them in waves around my shoulders. My auburn hair looked more reddish now and it almost complimented the color of my cheeks. Michele gave me a very natural looking make-up look with bold red lips.
"I look very beautiful." I commented, I was in awe of my looks.
"Yes, Mon Cheri, you are very sexy looking." Michele complimented me, throwing kisses at me.
"You put your beauty to shame by wearing all those boring a** clothes to work, promise me that we'll go shopping next time, we have to change your wardrobe." Sophie smiled at me.
I was trying very hard not to cry with their praises, I was about to say something when my phone rang.
I sniffled a bit and cleared my throat before answering the phone.
"It's not yet nine." I said and looked at my digital clock on the wall, it was clearly reading 8:30.
"I know, I couldn't wait, I'm outside your house, should I come in?" He asked.
I looked at Sophie and Michele and mouthed the question he asked them.
They both nodded and then I turned back to the phone.
"I'm almost ready, you can come in." I said and rushed back into the room.
The room was so disorganized from my dressing and I was glad that I had suggested we use the room.
I heard a knock on the door and my heart started beating erratically, I heard Michele answer the door and I heard him exchange pleasantries with Jean, then something I never anticipated happened.
I heard a loud resounding slap.
I rushed out immediately to see Jean with a handprint on his face and Sophie staring daggers at him.
"C'est pour blesser mon ami connard [That is for hurting my friend, asshole]"
"Je l'ai mérité, je suis désolé [I deserved that, I'm sorry]" Jean chuckled looking at my alarmed face.
My French was not as fluent as theirs but I could tell that she was scolding him for hurting me.
"Sophie, I thought you said you had forgiven him?" I frowned at her. "I'm so sorry." I apologized quickly to Jean, I moved closer to him and touched him lightly on the face.
"We were just getting acquainted." Sophie said and turned to Jean. "I'm Sophie, this is Michele, my brother and we're Claire's friends, we can be your friends too but you ever hurt her again and we'll become your worst nightmare."
"Sophie!"
"I like your friend." Jean said to me and then turned to Sophie. "Your hand is a very lethal weapon, I would not like to have a run in with it ever again, so I would like for us to be friends." He said and stretched his hand to her.
"I like your French, it's very smooth for someone who doesn't have an accent." She said and shook his hand.
Michele who had been watching everything that was happening embraced Jean and welcomed him to the family like we had just gotten married.
"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." Jean said and I blushed.
"You're not looking so bad yourself." I complimented him too and I took in his appearance.
His jet black hair sat on his head in a bad boy look, he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, the shirt he wore inside the jacket had two buttons loosened and I could see his exposed chest. I just wanted to push my hands inside and touch his chest there and then but I refrained myself.
He looked so sexy.
"Shall we?" He stretched his arm out to me and I took it, looking away from him shyly.
"We shall."
I waved goodbye to Sophie and Michele. Sophie mouthed that she would text me or that I should text her. I didn't exactly get what she was saying because I was too close to Jean.
His scent and his manliness were clouding my senses right now.
I noticed his black Mercedes Benz immediately we got out, he opened the door for me and I entered, then he walked over to the other side and entered the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked him once he was inside.
He didn't answer right away and then he started coming closer to me, I shut my eyes closed waiting for his lips to land on mine.
When it didn't happen, I opened my eyes to see him getting my seatbelt and I blushed deeply.
"What are you thinking?" He asked me, studying my face.
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[Jean]
Every expression of hers was so cute, I wished I could keep them permanently in my memory.
When she first came out of the room, she took my breath away. The slap I had received from her friend hurt, I could feel my cheek stinging but when I saw her, I couldn't think of the pain anymore, I couldn't feel it.
She was dressed in a short gown that hugged her body and showed off her figure nicely, her hair looked more reddish than it normally did and it fascinated me. I wanted to know a lot of things and very quickly my thoughts were going left.
She was as responsive as she was expressive and I studied her expression when I helped her with her seatbelt.
She wanted me to kiss her and dear God I was really trying hard to refrain myself from doing that.
Her lips looked so reddish and pouty, I just wanted to suck on them, she also smelled like strawberries and I took in a good sniff when I leaned towards her to help her secure her seatbelt.
"What are you thinking?" I asked her when I pulled back from her, her face was flushed and she was a bit breathless.
It wasn't hard to determine what she was thinking, as I started the car, I started to think of every disgusting thing I knew because if I began to think about what she was thinking, we wouldn't leave for the date.
I wanted our first day to be special, if possible I wanted to leave her without touching her, I wanted to court her and I wanted to do it the right way.
It wasn't just about wanting her in my bed anymore, I mean I still wanted that but I also wanted to hold her hand, to talk to her, I wanted her to get so comfortable with me she would be able to tell me her every thought.
If these were the signs Liam was talking about then he was right, I was truly gone and deeply too this time.
I continued driving concentrating on the road, I used one hand to swerve and then I dropped the other hand.
I was shocked and I nearly drove us off the road when Claire reached out and interlocked her hand with mine.
I smiled and I held her hand back, I didn't dare look at her because I knew that she would be blushing so hard right now and if I saw her red face, I might just drive us off the road.