Free A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) by Emeline Piaget

first chance he'd had to relax all week, he poured himself a glass of water, put his head back on the seat let out a long tired breath.  He had almost changed his mind and stayed home tonight.  Before he realized it, Fiona she was knocking on the window.  He got out and helped her in.  She looked as good as he remembered.  Red hair pinned up with red ringlets curled around her face, low cut emerald green evening gown and gold heels that he would make sure she kept on later.  She was definitely worth a third and fourth run.  She had on a scent that made Ellington want to crawl inside her right then; they might not make it to the Philharmonic after all.  Once the car was moving she leaned into him.
    "I'm not wearing anything underneath, figured it would save us time later."  He felt his groin stir. 
    "Shit! How much time do we have until we get there?" he laughed.  "Screw it, maybe I should just tell him to turn around right now,"    he thought.
    Just as he was about to, he felt the car stop. They had arrived around. 
    "Dammit!" He muttered.  Fiona looked at him questioningly.
    "It’s nothing."  His mood was going to be a foul one now, because at this moment, he would rather be up in Fiona, than here listening to music. 
    "Screw it, I'm here now, I'll deal with it," he thought.  He just hoped someone didn't rub him the wrong way tonight or they would see a side of Ellington Scott they did not want to.  He helped Fiona out of the car and they walked inside.  They still had a little bit of time before they needed to find their seats, so he got Fiona a glass of wine and got himself a soda.  He rarely missed drinking, but times like this he thought that a glass of scotch would be nice.  When he felt that way, he would roll up his sleeve and look at his tattoo and remember why he chose to stop drinking. Fiona finished her first glass of wine really quickly and pouted for a second. 
    "Ok that's a no, I hate that pouty shit," he thought.  He was of the mindset if you want something just ask for it, only children pout. Why did women think that was cute?  He never understood that.  He went and got her a second glass and leaned back against the bar and watched her as she mingled.  The women seemed to give her dirty looks and the men all seemed to stare.  He enjoyed the attention she was getting because her attention was a reflection on him.  She finished her second glass just as it was time for the performance to begin.  They walked inside and grabbed their seats and his phone vibrated in his pocket.  He looked down to see it was an email he was expecting from work and missed the very beginning of the performance, so he didn't immediately see her, but she saw him.  It took everything she had to concentrate, especially after that dream she had the other night, and the similar ones she'd had since.  When he finally looked up, she was the first thing to catch his eye.  "
    "Well, well, well, today must be my lucky day after all. My search is over before it started, he thought.  Even from a distance you could see her beauty.  She was gorgeous; almond brown skin, long auburn hair; he was going to enjoy that, when he got his hands on her.  He smiled. Yep his mood had definitely shifted.  He sat back and enjoyed the performance, with thoughts of Isabella Bunton on his mind.  When it was time for the intermission, he excused himself briefly from Fiona, called a florist that he had an open account with and ordered an immediate delivery for the New York Philharmonic, ATTN: Isabella Bunton. Let the games begin! He mumbled to himself. 
     
    After the show, he made his way backstage to find Isabella, with Fiona trailing behind.  He found her and saw she had received the flowers. 
    "Great performance Isabella, I almost didn't come tonight.  A client dropped off tickets for me.  I'm glad I did, imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw you."  She blushed.
    "Tonight was my first show.  When we met the