Chapter 37 - Cherie

If I thought I was nervous earlier, it doesn’t touch on how I feel now knowing Creed is on his way here to pick me up. My hair is hanging down my back and when a shiver runs up my spine, my scalp itches. Gods, I need to calm down! It’s just a date!

My back is to the elevator when I hear the doors opening and my heart drops to my knees. Three footsteps across the floor come to an abrupt stop and I hear a sharp inhale of breath. Swallowing deeply, I turn around to face my mate, and my heart leaps into my throat.

His hair is tied up in a bun in the middle of his head while some loose strands cascade over his shoulders and his beard is shorter but trimmed to perfection. Dressed in what can only be a custom made black tuxedo and smelling even more delicious, his crimson eyes are wide as he looks at me.

“Zakhvatyvayushchiy…” he growls as he walks towards me. He takes my hand and draws it towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back. “You’re breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” I say, willin