walked over and joined him.
“No, that’s not my sales pitch. I’d do a much better pitch, but I don’t have all my stuff with me, and I’d rather get going on our date than talk about candles. Unless candles somehow have something to do with our date.”
“Candles might have something to do with our date. Or they might not. I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare.”
I looked up at him. “I’m not buying that sales pitch from the guy who had a projector screen and trays so we could eat dinner in bed.” Didn’t buy it for a second.
“Ah, you got me. I do have a plan. You ready to go?” I wasn’t really wearing date-night attire, but I didn’t feel like going through the process of picking a new outfit when I could be spending time with him doing whatever we were going to be doing.
“I am, unless my attire isn’t appropriate for wherever we’re going.” I was also fishing to see where he was taking me.
He looked me up and down, as if he hadn’t noticed what I was wearing when he walked in. I tried to look professional when I did my candle parties, like a woman who knew her shit when it came to candles, so I had one of my black pencil skirts on and a burgundy button-up shirt with a ruffle in the front, and nude pumps.
“I’m not sure. I think I need to see the back to be absolutely positive.” With deliberate slowness, I turned myself around and looked over my shoulder at him.
“What do you think?” I wiggled my hips a little and considered hiking my skirt up a bit. Currently, it fell just past my knees.
“Hm, I don’t know. Can I see it from the front again?” I spun back around and gave him a little shimmy with my shoulders this time. His eyes widened noticeably.
“No, you should definitely change. Get that off as soon as possible.” I knew what taking my clothes off would lead to. But he was giving me the choice.
“Okay, I’ll change. But what should I put on?” I backed toward my bedroom and he let me go.
“Something you can dance in.”
I quickly changed into a glittery silver top and a shorter black skirt that hugged my hips and didn’t leave much to the imagination (but also had a built-in pair of shorts so I didn’t unwittingly flash anyone). I also changed out the pumps for flats. I’d rather not have to stagger tomorrow than look cute tonight. I also took my hair down and ran my fingers through it.
“Better?” I asked when I came out of my bedroom in my new outfit.
“Nope. I still want to take that one off of you, and there’s less of it.”
“Well, that’s not my fault. You said I needed something for dancing. This is my dancing outfit.” It really was. I’d gone out with the girls several times in it.
“We should go. Yes, definitely.” He handed me my purse and shook his head again at my outfit.
“You’re killing me, Cherry. Killing me.” I just laughed and took his arm.
Carl nodded appreciatively at my outfit but didn’t make too big a deal of it. Good man.
Fin directed him to take us to one of the clubs I’d actually been to before, but not on a weeknight. Tuesday was an odd night to go out, but he wouldn’t be here on Friday or Saturday.
That thought made me grip the leather seat, nearly hard enough to puncture the material. If I had acrylic nails, I might have.
“What’s wrong?” Fin instantly sensed my change in mood.
“I was just thinking about how little time we have left. Sorry, I went to the bad place. I’m back.” I waved my hand, as if waving the thoughts away, and gave him a smile.
“Sure?” His arm snaked around me and squeezed my shoulder.
I watched the headlights from the other cars light up his face momentarily. Every now and then, I’d look at him and be struck by how handsome he was and how I still couldn’t believe he wanted me. And not just that he wanted me, but he wanted to be
with
me. Finding a guy who would sleep with you wasn’t all that hard. Finding one who would
“No, that’s not my sales pitch. I’d do a much better pitch, but I don’t have all my stuff with me, and I’d rather get going on our date than talk about candles. Unless candles somehow have something to do with our date.”
“Candles might have something to do with our date. Or they might not. I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare.”
I looked up at him. “I’m not buying that sales pitch from the guy who had a projector screen and trays so we could eat dinner in bed.” Didn’t buy it for a second.
“Ah, you got me. I do have a plan. You ready to go?” I wasn’t really wearing date-night attire, but I didn’t feel like going through the process of picking a new outfit when I could be spending time with him doing whatever we were going to be doing.
“I am, unless my attire isn’t appropriate for wherever we’re going.” I was also fishing to see where he was taking me.
He looked me up and down, as if he hadn’t noticed what I was wearing when he walked in. I tried to look professional when I did my candle parties, like a woman who knew her shit when it came to candles, so I had one of my black pencil skirts on and a burgundy button-up shirt with a ruffle in the front, and nude pumps.
“I’m not sure. I think I need to see the back to be absolutely positive.” With deliberate slowness, I turned myself around and looked over my shoulder at him.
“What do you think?” I wiggled my hips a little and considered hiking my skirt up a bit. Currently, it fell just past my knees.
“Hm, I don’t know. Can I see it from the front again?” I spun back around and gave him a little shimmy with my shoulders this time. His eyes widened noticeably.
“No, you should definitely change. Get that off as soon as possible.” I knew what taking my clothes off would lead to. But he was giving me the choice.
“Okay, I’ll change. But what should I put on?” I backed toward my bedroom and he let me go.
“Something you can dance in.”
I quickly changed into a glittery silver top and a shorter black skirt that hugged my hips and didn’t leave much to the imagination (but also had a built-in pair of shorts so I didn’t unwittingly flash anyone). I also changed out the pumps for flats. I’d rather not have to stagger tomorrow than look cute tonight. I also took my hair down and ran my fingers through it.
“Better?” I asked when I came out of my bedroom in my new outfit.
“Nope. I still want to take that one off of you, and there’s less of it.”
“Well, that’s not my fault. You said I needed something for dancing. This is my dancing outfit.” It really was. I’d gone out with the girls several times in it.
“We should go. Yes, definitely.” He handed me my purse and shook his head again at my outfit.
“You’re killing me, Cherry. Killing me.” I just laughed and took his arm.
Carl nodded appreciatively at my outfit but didn’t make too big a deal of it. Good man.
Fin directed him to take us to one of the clubs I’d actually been to before, but not on a weeknight. Tuesday was an odd night to go out, but he wouldn’t be here on Friday or Saturday.
That thought made me grip the leather seat, nearly hard enough to puncture the material. If I had acrylic nails, I might have.
“What’s wrong?” Fin instantly sensed my change in mood.
“I was just thinking about how little time we have left. Sorry, I went to the bad place. I’m back.” I waved my hand, as if waving the thoughts away, and gave him a smile.
“Sure?” His arm snaked around me and squeezed my shoulder.
I watched the headlights from the other cars light up his face momentarily. Every now and then, I’d look at him and be struck by how handsome he was and how I still couldn’t believe he wanted me. And not just that he wanted me, but he wanted to be
with
me. Finding a guy who would sleep with you wasn’t all that hard. Finding one who would
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