Free Intrigued and Enchanted by Eva Simone

not going to push him. He obviously doesn’t want to talk to me about whatever is bothering him. I get the feeling it has something to do with the phone call earlier, but there is no point in pressing it. I’m just going to enjoy the time I have left with him this weekend and push reality, and the fact that I know next to nothing about this man, from my mind.
    I knew coming into this weekend that his heart lies elsewhere, I just need to make sure I don’t let myself get too attached to Brandon. (I already know I’m screwed, let’s not state the obvious). We jump in the Ferrari and head out to the East Hampton Marina.
    The weather is perfect, and we stroll hand in hand looking in local shops, checking out the boats in the marina and generally just soaking up the atmosphere. As we walk past a row of restaurants Brandon stops in front of a particularly nice seafood place.
    “What do you think? You want to eat here?” This is the first Brandon has really spoken since we left the house.
    “Sure. Looks lovely, you want to sit inside or out?”
    “Outside sounds perfect. Pick a table and I’ll be back in a minute.” He heads into the restaurant while I sit down at a beautiful little table with a perfect panoramic view of the marina. I feel his breath on my neck before he speaks.
    “I’ve been remiss Miss Pritchard. I neglected to tell you how spectacular you look today.” Slipping his hand under the fabric of my top, cupping my breast with his warm strong hand.
    “Mmmm, I love this top sweet girl. And your legs go on forever in these little shorts.” I feel the blush creeping over my cheeks at his words. He pulls his seat round next to mine so he can sit with his arm around my shoulder.
    “I’ve ordered the seafood platter for us and a nice bottle of wine. I hope that’s ok.”
    We have a lovely meal, chatting and laughing as Brandon’s good mood returns, sitting circling his fingers on my thigh as we eat. When we’re done, Brandon won’t let me pay the bill, and I don’t feel like an argument, so I let him settle the bill and we spend the rest of the afternoon just enjoying each other’s company before heading back to the beach house to grab our bags and make our way back to Manhattan.
    As I pack my overnight back, I feel a sadness creeping in and settling in my stomach. This weekend has been perfect, and being around Brandon just feels so normal to me. I’m going to miss him when we’re back home, going our separate ways and getting on with our lives.
    When we’re ready to leave Brandon takes the bags and heads out to the car. I take a moment to memorise this beautiful place where Brandon has awakened a sexuality in me that I didn’t know was there. It’s pretty quiet on the way home; noticing Brandon isn’t driving as fast as he did yesterday. Maybe he isn’t so keen to get back to reality either. I decide to break the silence.
    “Thank you for this weekend Brandon. I had such a lovely time, and the house was just beautiful.”
    “You’re welcome Miss Pritchard. I had a great time too. If you had such a nice time, why do you look so sad?” He says resting his hand on my thigh.
    “I guess….it’s just a shame to leave our little bubble and go back to normal life. You’ll go back to your life, and I’ll go back to mine.” He squeezes my thigh.
    “You don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily do you? I want you to be part of my life Lily.” As much as I want to believe him, I can’t shake the image of the beautiful brunette from the internet.
    “You don’t have to pretend Brandon. I don’t expect anything when we get home. I saw pictures of you with a woman online, and by the way you were looking at her, I’m pretty sure you’re in love with her.”
    My heart sinks as the words leave my mouth, the realisation hitting me that it bothers me much more than I want it to. This was only our first date for crying out loud.
    “I figured I was a rebound this weekend, and that’s