The Media Baron's Heiress

Chapter 10

'Bradley Blakely,'

'Yeah?'

'Jump off and help me out the limo. My dress is sure going to create spectator value,' Tessa breathed heavily, licking her lips, then pulling away.

What the hell? How long had they been kissing there like two horny teenagers?

'Right, 'he cursed, adjusted his trousers and opened the door. Tessa grinned and looked the other way.

Brad hopped out, and scanned the area, pleased that his security were at their station and on alert. He was more pleased that no flashing cameras had a vantage point to snap them, though they were hovering about. He took two steps back, held out his palm to assist Tessa out. Brad watched her face studiously.
As she alighted, a polite smile played on her face. She fell in step with him, and kept a respectable distance between them.

I don't get it. I thought she wants the media snapping her with every eligible bachelor. So why does she maintain the distance between us?

Brad was most surprised when she clasped her hand into his, the minute they walked through the doors of JeTag, but he was not complaining for he wanted every man there to know she was with him.

'The place is humming,' she smiled and spoke into his ear to ensure he could hear her over the raucous. He noticed her eyes light up, she was at home inside JeTag.

'Bit too loud for me,' Brad spoke into her ear, gripping her fingers more tightly to his.

'We won't stay long then,' Tessa made amends, as she slid into a chair at the bar.

'When's the wedding?' Marco quipped without preamble.

Brad heard the jibe, ignoring it, he whispered in her ear, 'can I order champagne? I don't need a reason to celebrate.'

She looked into his eyes and smiled. Brad was a man that enjoyed the finer things in life, he returned her smile.

'Sure,' she mouthed, and then turned on Marco, 'are you the groom?' she tossed back at him.

'Been rather busy I see,' he spoke, not responding to her question. He was referring to the TV coverage of her high profile case.

'I'm glad you could see that,' she smiled sarcastically.

'Tessa, it's the weekend what are you doing here?' she heard Fabian's rather inebriated voice.

'I have a weekend pass,' she grinned, as Fabian checked out Blake with blinking eyes. 'Are you sober enough for me to make introductions?' she raised an eyebrow at Fabian.

'Off course,' he attacked her with a glare.

'Brad, this is Fabian Lazar. Fabian, meet Brad Blakely.'

Brad stood up and offered a firm hand shake to Fabian. On hearing Brad's English accent, Fabian teased, 'the only reason she into you man is because of that accent.'

'I'll take it,' Brad grinned, immediately liking Fabian.

Tessa stood up and put her arm around Brad's waist. He felt ten feet taller.
'Don't listen to him,' she smiled. 'I've known him since we were ten years old. I've yet to hear him speak one intelligent sentence.'

'Ask her who had to translate Shakespeare for her in high school?' Fabian challenged.

'And who helped you pass algebra smart Alec?'

Brad smiled politely, enjoying the respectful banter between the two. As Marco placed their drinks before them, Brad dropped a few crisp bills on the tray, and handed a flute of champagne to Tessa.