Keesha Ward watched her cousin Justus hold court among the major movers and
shakers in attendance. For a while, she had watched Andresj' Cassadine do the same; eventually, 'Dre and his date disappeared from her sight.
"Would it be rude of me to hope that you are searching the room for someone to share a bit of normal conversation with?"
Keesha laughed aloud. "And you think that would be you?" She gazed at the handsome man before her. From his perfectly groomed hair to his designer original tuxedo - everything about him confirmed that he belonged right in the midst of the elite crowd assembled.
"I'll have you know," he playfully pouted, "that I am more than capable of regular small talk!"
"Like...how's the weather?" Keesha teased.
"It looks like it might snow." Blue eyes twinkled. "But I'll bet the weather in Fiji is perfect this time of year. Would you like to hop on my jet and go check it out?"
Keesha shook her head. It was like being in the middle of a whirlwind. He was filled with charm and self-confidence. It was at once attractive and frightening. And he seemed to know it.
"We have never actually been introduced," Keesha observed. "I don't think I could just fly away with someone I've only spent," she consulted the delicate little watch on her wrist, "a sum total of three minutes speaking with."
"Hmmm, I see your point. Maybe we could spend a little time getting to know one another." He leaned in. "I need to pick up a gift for the bride and groom before the wedding Saturday," he confessed. "I'd appreciate your input."
Keesha gently gnawed the inside of her lip. Taking chances wasn't exactly her thing, but...what could it hurt to spend tomorrow shopping with such a handsome man? "Fridays are usually pretty quiet at Ward House," she admitted. "I'd be glad to help you."
"That's what I wanted to hear. I'll be back for you in an hour."
"An hour?" Keesha was confused. It was nearly eleven o'clock at night.
"Yes. That should be more than enough time to go home and get your passport." Jax moved away from the table before Keesha could protest. "I know a little shop in Paris that is sure to have what we're looking for!'