Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 230

Chapter 230: I Don't Hook Up On First Date 

Callan

I don't know how I thought of it, but I quickly remembered. Brianna's favourite television show, I have seen her watching it plenty of times. I did a quick google search on that, I don't know a thing about it but if it is based in the country, maybe there is something I can get from that. I had to google who the fuck the Genevieve Nnaji was and realized she is the main character. Apparently her apartment steps are like a popular tourist sight. Again more pictures, why not then? Maybe that wouldn't mean jack shít to her, but I honestly have no further ideas than that. It took me a very long time doing google search, longer than I care to admit, so I was going for it.

Fuck, if only my men saw now, I honestly feel ridiculous doing shit like this. I am supposed to make men quake in their shoes and I am over here looking up the address of an actress fucking staircase. Ridiculous, right? All this thinking had me wondering what Brianna might be up to right now, she no longer has a regular job, so you never know when she is on a job or not. I decided to text her since I was supposed to be on my way to a meeting right now. I couldn't drop by or call.

'What are you up to?’ I kept it simple. She replied right away.

'Hello, I am with Jane and you?’ She didn't surprise me with that answer, she is always with my sister.

‘I have some work to do, but send me a picture of you.’

'I can't send you nudes, Callan. I am with your sister.’ She reiterated.

'I don't mean nudes, baby girl. I meant your face, I want to see you.’ I sound like a fucking pansy but I like her damn face. I have been deprived of that face for almost a year.

It took her a few minutes to respond but when she did, I saw there was a picture attached. She took a selfie with my sister, but I was only paying attention to her face, sexy lips, beautiful eyes and gorgeous face.

'What are you wearing?’ I asked next, her little outfit got to me.

'Something from my spring collection line. Don't judge me for wearing what I created.’ She sent a silly smiling emoji and I sent her a side-eyed one and told her she better send a damn picture of it. She did and fuck…

'Thigh highs.. shit, Brianna. Congratulations on your outfit baby girl, it looks perfect on you. But I want to rip it the fuck off you.’

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Brianna POV

Callan surprised me last night when he called to ask if I was free today. He told me he wanted to take me out, he didn't specifically use the word date, but when else would take you out imply? It gave me butterflies and every time I thought about it, I felt the rapture inside me. He didn't tell me where he was taking me no matter how much I whined about it, I did get him to tell me one thing. What outfit I should wear for this, I asked if heels or flatter shoes would be better. Dress or more casual, he replied.

“There will be a bit of walking, so up to you on the shoes and as for outfit, you might feel inspired to take a picture or more. But causal.”

He didn't elaborate, he just told me I would take pictures. What the hell does that mean? I have been so curious all night and morning long. I had to call reinforcement because I tried on so many outfits and nothing felt right.

“Babes, what are you worried about here? You have worn all sorts of clothes in front of him and you dress fabulous every day.” Jane tried snapping me out of it after twenty minutes of pacing my closet.

“Yes, but it is the first time he is taking me out on..like a date. I just want to look good but he said casually and walking. I am having a meltdown.” I finally plopped down on my bed, my best friend just looked down at me with a half amused smile.

“It is not funny.” I mumbled into my bed.

“No, I am happy for you. I like that this is your biggest issue to face this week, outfit. I feel like things are turning a corner for you.” She smiled and this time so did I.

She is right, no more scary ex's, no detective, or looming mafia war and especially no abusive father. I had to always second guess my every decision in life looking over my shoulder for him, I am hiding. I am free and Callan finally opened up to me about his feelings. He doesn't want us seeing other people, my biggest worry in life is my outfit. All feels right in the world.

“Umm, hi, super cute head scarf. When did you get this bitch? You always send me your new purchase!” She exclaimed like I betrayed her.

“Oh, that was an impromptu purchase online.” I chuckled.

“I love it, let's incorporate this into the outfit.” She started trying to wrap the thing around my head and I waved her hand off.

“I will do it.”

I do listen to her though, my best friend is just hanging out in my room and still, she looks fabulous. Her hair twirled up in a clip, bandeau tie top and frayed jean cut off shorts. Of course with designer bags and shoes to match.

“I like your vibe today, let's go with something like that. Low back heel, strappy maybe? Oh and I have that pinkish rouge top slip dress. I got it.” 

I plopped off the bed and brushed past her. I started pulling clothes and once they were all laid out on my bed side by side, we both nodded in approval.

“Yes, girl, this.” She bumped hips with me.

“When is he coming to pick you up?” I looked at the time.

“Oh, crap.” The answer was soon.

Thanks to the collaboration between myself and my best friend, I had the perfect outfit for this casual outing with Callan. I was excited and stupid almost nervous. I had gorgeous designer sunglasses, the same soft pink as the checkered head scarf and checkered mini bag I have from one of the famous designers. With the mini dress and white block wrap around low heels, I thought I looked alright.

Callan didn't bother texting me, he just walked down from his penthouse to retrieve me from the door. So when I heard the knock, my gut flipped in anticipation. I opened the door and caught him smoothing his hair over. His sharp eyes snapped down to me and he straightened himself out. Does he feel how I feel? We have spent plenty of time together but today is different. Today we both acknowledge that this is in fact a date.

“Is it too much?” I looked down at my outfit and then to him again.

His gaze dropped down and up again to take in every inch of me, I liked the little smirk that ghosted across his lips.

“Everything you wear is too much which makes it the perfect amount.” He chuckled that deep and sexy chuckle.

“In other words, you look very stunning.” He took a step closer and cupped my face.

Not sexy, he called me stunning. He doesn't often say it so I was already cheesing. He placed a simple kiss on my lips and tipped his head for me to follow him.

As we walked down the hall, I felt his eyes on me. Then, his hand skirted across my backside to feel me up in the elevator. I swatted his hand away and bit my lip, his gaze darkened at the sight of my lip between my teeth.

“No touching, I don't hook up with guys on the first date.” I pretended to flick my hair over my shoulder and walked out of the elevator when the doors opened.

“Oh, really? No touching at all?” He raised a dark brow at me. I had to bite my cheek not to laugh.

“What kind of girl do you think I am?” I continued my silliness. 

We were walking to the garage for him to get his car, I still have no idea where we were going. When we finally reached the car, I was suddenly pushed against it. My eyes darted between him and the garage to see if anyone was around.

“What kind of girl? An insatiable one.” His gruff voice was against my ear and it made my thighs clench.

When I only peeked up at him through my lashes without saying anything, he gripped my hips and pushed me and him into the car so he was flush against me and I was caught in the middle.