say . “Oh,” she responded instead, keeping her true feelings to herself. She hoped like heck her face hadn’t given her away and could only assume it hadn’t when he continued talking, seemingly unfazed.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he called it a night with the excuse of his need for beauty sleep. At least he was polite enough to help her out of her seat and kiss her hand in goodbye. As far as she was concerned, he was kissing any potential of a second date goodbye as well.
She made her way toward the bar, stopping to pull out her cellphone and give Cara a ring. A familiar form came to stand beside her, immediately drawing her attention.
*
“I take it he wasn’t the one,” Koen offered. A fine sheen of sweat could be felt on his forehead as he took in her form up close. She was wearing the hell out of that dress. He had never considered himself a leg man, but he couldn’t stop gawking at hers as she usually hid them under pants.
“Yeah. That guy was wicked boring.” Delona looked around. A bemused look came to her face. “Wait a minute… What are you doing here?”
“Why do you sound so surprised? PR reps need to eat too.” He chuckled.
“Are you keeping tabs on me, Mr. Smith?” she asked, casting him a sly glance.
“More like looking out for you. I knew you were nervous, so I figured I’d stay close by in case you needed me.” He would never tell her that his heart had almost leaped out of his chest when he first spotted her tonight or how glad he really was when it appeared that things weren’t going so well. He still wasn’t quite ready to admit these things to himself.
“That’s nice of you, but Cara had my back,” she assured him.
“Actually, I sent her on her way. She said something about a karaoke party that she wanted to go to.”
“Ah, man! That’s tonight, isn’t it? I can’t believe I forgot about it, and no one bothered to remind me.” She looked around anxiously. “What time is it?”
“Eight-thirty.”
“Do you think you could give me a lift?” she pleaded. “It’s not that far.”
Koen shoved his hands in his suit pants pockets and cocked his head to the side, pretending to be in deep thought. Delona watched him eagerly. “Well, seeing how I’m supposed to be giving you a lift home anyway, I guess I can do that,” he finally answered.
People turned to look at them when she suddenly squealed loudly, stomped her feet a few times, and then threw her arms around him. She had no idea what the small gesture did to him. Lucky for him, she released him, stepping away before she could feel the full impact of what her closeness had done to him. He used his hands, which were still in his pockets, to discreetly adjust his clothing against his growing erection. Maybe dropping her off as soon as possible would be a good idea. He needed to get his feelings under control, something he was finding harder to do the more time he spent with her.
“We are going to have so much fun!” she babbled before grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door.
Koen couldn’t resist getting caught up in her enthusiasm. Her joy was contagious, and it viciously tugged at the restraints he had wrapped around such feelings long ago.
Chapter 8
Koen was surprised when, instead of turning into the parking lot of some nightclub, Delona directed him up a long driveway where he eventually pulled up in front of an enormous Colonial home. The house was well lit from the outside, showcasing its three stories and fountain, which sat in the middle of the circular driveway. A large number of cars were already parked there. Delona literally bounced out of his BMW before he could round it and open the door for her.
“Come on!” she shouted excitedly. She grabbed his hand again and led him up the few steps that lined the front of the home. The warmth of her soft brown hand wrapped around
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he called it a night with the excuse of his need for beauty sleep. At least he was polite enough to help her out of her seat and kiss her hand in goodbye. As far as she was concerned, he was kissing any potential of a second date goodbye as well.
She made her way toward the bar, stopping to pull out her cellphone and give Cara a ring. A familiar form came to stand beside her, immediately drawing her attention.
*
“I take it he wasn’t the one,” Koen offered. A fine sheen of sweat could be felt on his forehead as he took in her form up close. She was wearing the hell out of that dress. He had never considered himself a leg man, but he couldn’t stop gawking at hers as she usually hid them under pants.
“Yeah. That guy was wicked boring.” Delona looked around. A bemused look came to her face. “Wait a minute… What are you doing here?”
“Why do you sound so surprised? PR reps need to eat too.” He chuckled.
“Are you keeping tabs on me, Mr. Smith?” she asked, casting him a sly glance.
“More like looking out for you. I knew you were nervous, so I figured I’d stay close by in case you needed me.” He would never tell her that his heart had almost leaped out of his chest when he first spotted her tonight or how glad he really was when it appeared that things weren’t going so well. He still wasn’t quite ready to admit these things to himself.
“That’s nice of you, but Cara had my back,” she assured him.
“Actually, I sent her on her way. She said something about a karaoke party that she wanted to go to.”
“Ah, man! That’s tonight, isn’t it? I can’t believe I forgot about it, and no one bothered to remind me.” She looked around anxiously. “What time is it?”
“Eight-thirty.”
“Do you think you could give me a lift?” she pleaded. “It’s not that far.”
Koen shoved his hands in his suit pants pockets and cocked his head to the side, pretending to be in deep thought. Delona watched him eagerly. “Well, seeing how I’m supposed to be giving you a lift home anyway, I guess I can do that,” he finally answered.
People turned to look at them when she suddenly squealed loudly, stomped her feet a few times, and then threw her arms around him. She had no idea what the small gesture did to him. Lucky for him, she released him, stepping away before she could feel the full impact of what her closeness had done to him. He used his hands, which were still in his pockets, to discreetly adjust his clothing against his growing erection. Maybe dropping her off as soon as possible would be a good idea. He needed to get his feelings under control, something he was finding harder to do the more time he spent with her.
“We are going to have so much fun!” she babbled before grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door.
Koen couldn’t resist getting caught up in her enthusiasm. Her joy was contagious, and it viciously tugged at the restraints he had wrapped around such feelings long ago.
Chapter 8
Koen was surprised when, instead of turning into the parking lot of some nightclub, Delona directed him up a long driveway where he eventually pulled up in front of an enormous Colonial home. The house was well lit from the outside, showcasing its three stories and fountain, which sat in the middle of the circular driveway. A large number of cars were already parked there. Delona literally bounced out of his BMW before he could round it and open the door for her.
“Come on!” she shouted excitedly. She grabbed his hand again and led him up the few steps that lined the front of the home. The warmth of her soft brown hand wrapped around
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