First-date-inappropriate behavior Who: Bronte and Grant Where: Outside Bronte's Beach house When: Wednesday Evening(October 28)
Bronte, still dressed in a short, black strapless dress, stood barefoot on the beach, heeled shoes gripped within one hand as a wave rolled in to caress over her feet and then roll back out into the vast, wide ocean from which it had come. The evening had gone better then she had anticipated. The unofficial opening of her friend, Edmund Blackstone, had gone quite smoothly with no apparent incidents that would tarnish the restaurant or the man's good reputation. And her date for the evening, her escort actually as that was how Grant Kellerman was seen in the eyes of the blonde when things had first started out that night, well that hadn't gone the way Bronte had thought, or hoped. She had found herself actually enjoying the man's company as he proved to be quite well behaved in the social setting of high society. In fact since the evening was still relatively young with the time just passing ten, Bronte had extended an invitation to the man to escort her back to her beach house so a few more moments could be shared with each other.
Saying Grant expected the evening to go this well would have been a lie. By this time, he'd fully expected the younger blonde to have sent him on his way. So imagine his surprise when the girl seemed to be actually enjoying herself! As they walked along the beach, the financial whiz couldn't help but smirk as he let his hand fall inches from hers, just to gauge how she would react.
"I must say I'm happy... I figured by now you'd have had one of your family's many 'contacts' have me 'taken care of'..."
"If I had wanted you taken care of I would tend to that little task myself." Bronte casting the guy a look and slight smirk when she spoke. She had done it once before when the guy she had been quite seriously involved was found cheating on her with another woman. Bronte didn't go as far as killing the man when she caught him, she did though leave him a bit disfigured with a facial scar he'd carry for the remainder of his life. Grant hadn't done anything as extreme as that so he could rest assured that no harm would befall him, though Bronte wasn't about to let the man in on that. And she did feel the nearness of his hand, but as Grant hadn't made a grab for hers Bronte didn't draw her hand back to extend the distance between his and hers.
Being a patient man, as well as one that knew well that Bronte wasn't slow by any means, he made no attempt to take her hand, as he figured she knew now that the invite was there. "Thanks, by the way. For tonight. I had a really nice evening. Even if I did have to occasionally stop gawking at you. That part wasn't as much fun."
"It was better then embarrassing yourself the extent of our stay at the restaurant." Not that keeping his eye had bothered her by any means, but Bronte knew the man was keen enough not to make a spectacle out of himself by staring at her the whole time they were at the restaurant. At least he hadn't stuck by her side the entire evening at the restaurant's opening. That would not have secured any brownie points with the blonde she-wolf. They were there to enjoy a meal and mingle with the rest of the high society crowd.
Hell... Mingling with the upper crust was what Grant did best. In his business, you had to be able to charm the pants off of people and enjoy it. Plus, he'd ended up with a few new contacts, always good. One refreshing thing about Bronte: unlike most of the 'eye-candy' he'd gone out with, she didn't feel the need to be at his side every second of every minute.
"So, you've made it abundantly clear that you could kick my ass. Now, granted, I'm still not sure that I don't entirely find that a turn-off, but... how bad of a beating am I risking if I try to kiss you?"
"Would a permanent injury be worth the risk, Mr. Kellerman." Bronte come back with nary an expressional look on her face to show what the outcome might be if he did kiss her. Bronte wanted to see just how badly the man wanted a kiss. Would he risk bodily harm to himself just for one kiss or would he step back not finding it worth the possible end result.
"Maybe I've just got real issues, but I'm thinking it probably would be worth it." He gave her a mischievous grin, showing that he was curious to see how she'd react to that.
"For a man who keeps speaking about knowing what he wants and not being afraid of going for it you sure are more full of words then actions, Grant." Bronte said with a little bit of a smug smile finally using the man's first name instead of his proper title, which had been how she referred to him for most of the night they had been within each others company. It was almost like she was daring him to put his words into action.
"Ouch. Playing the insult-my-manhood card. Harsh." He laughed, but got the point. He brought a palm up quickly to rest on her cheek, and leaned in lightly touch his lips to hers.
There was no move to back away Bronte simply stood her ground, her eyes falling slowly closed when she felt the softness of his lips move ever so slightly against her own. The blonde reciprocated the kiss with the same delicateness in which it was being given.
He didn't push his luck, and go for a full-on snog. No, that could wait. Instead, he pulled back after a few moments and winked at her. "Well. I kissed you, yet I live. I must truly be a special, special guy."
"Now don't go feeling all that special, Grant. Not like you're the first guy to ever kiss me and survive the ordeal." Bronte conveyed to him with a sweet little ole smile before she turned filled with a bit of smugness to wander up the beach toward her beach house.
"Now see... I feel like you're eggin' me on now, like I'm supposed to try to get you to invite me in for coffee, more kissing, and possibly extremelt first-date-inappropriate behavior. Which I must put my foot down and say no too right now."
Then he winked and flashed that boyish grin. "Unless you actually asked. Then I'd be up there faster than you could get the words out."
"I think you're expecting a bit too much, Grant, seeing as this really wasn't a first date." Bronte stated as she continued her walk up to the beach house. Coffee she might offer him once the house was reached, and maybe he'd be lucky enough to get in a little more kissing time, but anything beyond that was definitely out of the question. Bronte was definitely one that didn't rush headlong in any relationship.