Page 148 of Claim Me
I swallow hard, struggling against my own racing pulse. Simon stares at us.
"Not that I’d mind, but I don’t think this is the best time for that… and the circumstances that started it definitely aren’t ideal," I mutter.
"Absolutely."
"What just happened?" a blissfully unaware Simon asks, since as a beta he can neither smell Blue’s slick nor understand the AO call.
"Nothing important," I cut in shortly. "Just a rather intense meeting with a purple alpha."
I catch Blue’s grateful look.
He obviously didn’t want Simon dragged into the topic.
???
Finally, it's yacht time.
Blue says to Simon, "That’s it for today. Gerard will drop you off at home."
It’s still only 11 am, and he usually works until 1 pm. So Blue is wrapping up earlier than usual. A rush of excitement runs through me, and I immediately text Veyron with an approximate arrival time.
We ride together for a while, and I keep watching Blue as he looks out the window, my pulse running strangely fast.
After dropping Simon off, Blue and I head back to his skyscraper.
When we step into the penthouse, Blue says, "Do you need a smaller bag to pack?"
"No, thanks. One of my parents’ suitcases will fit everything."
"Alright. I’ll see you in about twenty minutes."
"Wait…"
Blue pauses mid-step.
His sapphire eyes lift to meet mine.
"Thank you," I say quietly.
"For what?"
"For… um. Everything. You."
Silence follows. Blue’s expression turns distant, thoughtful, like he’s weighing a response, but then, he simply turns away and heads to his room without saying anything.
Well. The day isn’t over yet.
I pack everything I need, including, thankfully, a new pair of swim trunks and sunscreen. I’m pale, and in the summer I even get a few freckles.
The excitement doesn’t fade. My heart keeps pounding as I zip up the suitcase.
I step out into the hallway and see that Blue is just coming out as well, carrying a suitcase larger than mine. I walk over immediately and take it from his hand, which he accepts without comment.
I notice he’s dressed differently. He’s not wearing his usual tailored suit. Instead, he’s in something more suited for a relaxed yacht stay.
A lightweight, short-sleeve linen shirt in a soft, pale sapphire shade, the fabric falling loosely over his forearms.
He pairs it with well-fitted but relaxed light pants made of breathable fabric, in a cool pale lavender tone that highlights his legs.
