“I was wondering if you’d go out with me for a night.No strings attached.”
My eyes snap to his face, but I’m at a loss for words as he continues.
“I’m in a jam at work and wanted to know if you’d accompany me to a business dinner.You’d be saving me big-time.I’ll pay you back, of course.”
I jerk my head back as what he’s asking washes over me.“You want me to go on a date with you?”
“It’s a very public party.I promise to be a complete gentleman and keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh.Well, I…” I don’t know what to say, actually.That was the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth.
Then it hits me.I can hear my mother’s voice playing on repeat in my head, nagging me about finding myself a man.My parents’ anniversary party is coming up, and the entire family will be there.If I show up alone, I’ll never hear the end of how sad it is that little Bianca can’t find herself a man.
We’ll swap.It’s a perfect idea.I’ll do this favor for him and go to his work dinner, but he has to accompany me to the anniversary party.
“I’ll tell you what,” I say, but I can’t believe the words are coming out of my mouth.“I’ll go with you, but only if you go to a party with me.”
His eyes light up, stealing my breath with that damn smile.“Of course.Anything you want.I’m your man.”His smirk gets bigger and I almost die, but somehow, I get through my next statement.
“If I go with you, you’ll need to be my date for my parents’ anniversary.”
“I’m a big hit with parents.”
I find that statement dubious.The man looks like walking sin, built for pleasure.There’s no way any father would like his daughter dating this sex-on-legs beefcake.The moms… They’re a different story.I could see him being a total winner with anyone with a vagina between her legs.This man could probably make the deadest womb come alive, begging to be impregnated.
“When’s your party?”
“This Saturday.”
“I think I’m free,” I lie.
I don’t want to admit the sad truth of my life—that I’m free every night.The only thing I had planned this weekend was to finish bingeing my newest guilty pleasure alone on my couch.
“Perfect.It’s a date, but not a date, then.Let me give you my number.”
“For what?”I ask.
“Um.”He laughs softly and shrugs.“In case you have any questions.”
“I can just walk over and ask.”
“I’m not always home, and I want you to be able to get ahold of me if you need to.Just take my number, please.”He’s practically begging, which I like.
“Hold on.”I turn my back, walking to the couch slowly so I don’t seem overeager to have his number.I’ve tried to seem as uninterested as possible since I met him.I thought I was winning until now.
When I turn back around after grabbing my phone, I catch the hottie checking out my ass.I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered.I’ve done enough squats to be able to bounce a dime off the damn thing without having any jiggle.
He holds out his hand as I approach.“Let me add my number.”He wiggles his fingers before I hand it to him.“Cute,” he says as he glances down at my screen, which has a picture of a man much like him, all muscles and tattoos and very little clothing.
“Just put your number in.”I lift up on my tiptoes to see what he’s doing, but he’s too damn tall for me to see anything.
After a few quick taps on the screen, the song “Sexy MF”by Prince starts to play from the pocket of his gray sweat pants, and my gaze dips to the sound.
Big mistake.
There’s something about gray sweat pants that shows off every inch of a man.Every fucking delicious inch.Between his bare, muscular chest and whatever he’s packing in those sweats, my body’s reminding me that I am, in fact, very much alive and horny as fuck.
“Now you have my number, and I have yours.”He holds my phone out to me, but I’m too taken by his body to move.Namely the extremely visible outline of his above-average cock.
