I just sat there, frozen, watching him with wide eyes. He’d said a silent ‘thank you’ to the receptionist who shot me an envious look before walking away. And I sat there still, like an idiot, not even standing up to introduce myself. Not like I needed an introduction for me to know who he was.
“So,” he said, his deep voice catching me off guard. Smiling, he went on, “you must be Lea’s sister.”
Forcing myself off my seat, I stood up and shook hands with him hoping that maybe the strength with which I did it could break his puny little hand. Puny? Who was I kidding? His hands were large and strong…and warm. Do not fall for him again Roxanne.
“Ileana. Nice to meet you.” Liar.
“And I’m Jensen,” he said, letting go of my hand. I resisted the urge to rub mine hard against the side of my dress, ridding myself of his touch which tingled unnaturally on the surface of my palm.
We both sat down and I studied him, his face lit up in the candles just as he watched me with curiosity. He’d grown up – a lot. Though I could identify him from a crowd of a million people, he was certainly not the Jensen I’d known back then. Besides the obvious fact, that he’d grown taller and into more of a pain, I couldn’t help but trace his handsome features with my eyes.
His hair had grown longer, curling around his ears and across his brow, bringing out his mysterious brown eyes perfectly. And I could tell what Lea had meant by the ‘good-shape’ comment. Sporting a well-defined jaw, he also looked like he worked out a lot. It was hard to tell through the tux but I could bet there were a hidden set of muscles underneath. And the way he’d walked – no - almost swaggered in full of confidence as if he owned the whole world. It was slightly intimidating. Speaking of intimidating, he was watching me intensely which made goose bumps rise up on my skin. I felt like he could see right through me, but if he had, he would’ve found out who I was.
“You and Lea look nothing alike,” he said, starting to create conversation which was the last thing I wanted to do with him. I looked down, at the fork and felt so tempted to pick it up and poke him with it.
“She’s my step-sister actually. We’re not blood related.” I tried to sound bored, not interested. It wasn’t working.
“Ah. That makes sense.”
Of course it does you daft dumbo. Anyone can tell. Lea and I looked nothing alike. While I stood tall and thin, she was short. I felt like a tree next to her though I was at the appropriate height for my age at around 5’8”. We were often referred to as the “Laurel and Hardy” of the family because of our figures. I had to admit, though short, Lea was rather attractive.
Her curly red hair that fell down just a little past her shoulder, coupled with her beautiful blue eyes which bordered on a shade of violet really made her quite the femme. If it hadn’t been for her ‘no-hotties’ policy, she could get anyone she wanted. That, and her scary personality which was an instant turn-off.