Great, I haven’t met an interesting man in nearly two years, and one of my girlfriends chooses this moment to get pissydrunk.
Mandisa wanted to groan and kick her feet while she screamed, “I don’t wanna.” But the girlfriend code of clubbing said we came together, we leave together,so…
“Slade, it was really lovely to meet you, but we’ve got to get our friend home. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in NewYork.”
“I’m sure I will, if you agree to spend some time with me while I’m here. Dinnertomorrow?”
Before she could answer, he pulled a card from his blazer and handed it to her. She opened her small clutch and popped the card inside. Needing both hands to slide out of the booth, she set the purse on the table as she exited quickly. When she looked at him again, she slammed into his powerful stare. He may have phrased it as a question, but between the kiss and the way his gaze locked with hers, they both knew it was a statement of fact she’d be having dinner with him the nextevening.
“I’ll callyou—”
“Mandisa, we really need to get this girl out of here. Sarah just texted me Anna’s throwing up at the coatcheck.”
Mandisa huffed and followed Kandi out of the lounge. She stopped when she reached the door and took one more glance backward. Slade was still watching her. His sexy smile still lingering dangerously across his lips as he tipped his hat toher.
You are trouble, Slade from Austin, Texas. Hopefully the bestkind.
* * *
Slade felt his lips bend into a gratifying smile as he enjoyed watching the round curve of Mandisa’s ass sashay across the room. She was sexy, intelligent, and obviously as attracted to him as he was to her. Slade could watch her all nightlong.
When she turned around and met his hungry gaze with a matching one of her own, he gave her a quick wink and tipped his beer to his lips. He might have been forced to come to New York because of his hateful father, but he was certain he’d be enjoying his destination for one simple reason—Mandisa.
Once she’d gone, he sat in the booth for a few moments remembering what her lips tasted like. They’d shared a brief few kisses before her friend interrupted them, but they were enough to make him wantmore.
He kept himself amused with thoughts of tomorrow and signaled the waitress to bring his check. Once he’d settled the bill, he was about to leave when the server touched hisarm.
“Sir, I think your friend left herpurse.”
Slade looked down at the small bag Mandisa had held in her hand and cringed. He’d given her his card and basked in satisfaction when she’d placed it securely in her purse. So certain she would call, he’d made no request for Mandisa’s telephone number inreturn.
Not one to belabor regrets, he set about opening the purse to look for a piece of contact information forher.
“All right, Ms. Mandisa. Let’s hope you left me aclue.”
