into a parking space not far from the bookstore. They were a little early, but it was better to be early and have a place to park than be on time and park five blocks away. Unfastening his seat belt, he glanced over at Sienna. He knew she was scared to death.
Reaching over, he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine, Sienna. Just breathe. Logan Drake is just a man like any other.”
Sienna gave Robert her “are you insane?!” look. Logan Drake just a man? He owned several bookstores in the area and several more across the US. He had opened his first one in Brea, California about ten years ago and the business had taken off. The man had a knack for creating a unique atmosphere that welcomed in people of all types.
His first bookstore had been designed with a Turkish theme. The ceiling and walls decorated to make you feel as if you were inside a silk tent; lights arranged so that the ceiling looked like it was filled with stars. Special lighting had lit the room enough to shop for books, but at the same time it wasn’t garishly bright like it would have been with fluorescent lighting. The bookcases had all been hand-painted to depict desert scenes. Everyone was talking about it the first week the store was open for business and it had made national news.
Each of Logan’s stores were different. Not only were no two alike, but they were also unlike any other bookstore in the country. The man had gone from being an every day nobody to being a multimillionaire almost over night. It wasn’t long before people started seeing him with starlets and models at every event he attended.
Sienna sighed. “Robert, Logan Drake ceased being ‘just a man’ when he made his first million. Now he’s sought after by every woman on the planet. And I’d imagine that more than just a few have actually caught him once or twice.”
“So what’s bothering you the most? His wealth or the fact that he’s been with so many women?”
She fidgeted in her seat. “Both, I think. And it isn’t the number of women he’s been with so much as the type of women he’s been with.”
Robert gave her a blank look.
Rolling her eyes, Sienna decided to spell it out for him. “He’s always with thin women. Do I look thin to you?”
Robert shook his head at her lunacy. “Sienna, what does your weight have to do with anything? You’re beautiful, smart, funny… granted, you’re also sarcastic, anxious, and somewhat neurotic, but I’m hoping we can keep those traits a secret until the man gets to know you better.”
Sienna gave him a goofy grin. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
He smiled. “Yeah, I really think you’re beautiful. Matter of fact, if we weren’t friends, I’d give this guy a run for his money and try to claim you for my own.”
Sienna laughed. She knew that Robert was just kidding with her, but it was nice to think that a man like him felt she was beautiful and worth fighting for. It’s what every woman wanted to hear, and it was something that Sienna had never heard. Oh sure, men had told her she was pretty, but no one had ever said she was beautiful. She knew she had self-image issues, and low self-esteem. Both were things she was working on, but it was slow progress.
“Come on, they should be opening the doors any moment. We’d better go stand in line,” Robert said as he opened his door.
Sienna was shaking on her way to the bookstore. It was ridiculous to feel so nervous. After all, the man probably wouldn’t even remember her. She was getting worked up for nothing. Still… she reached over and grabbed Robert’s hand for support.
He felt her trembling and gave her hand a squeeze. Robert would love to line up the men Sienna had dated and kick the crap out of every single one of them. Every last one had left her feeling insecure, worthless, and