I flip through my coat hangers with renewed determination.
I have to look perfect.
The car pulls into my driveway right on seven, and I run up the hall pretending that I hadn’t been secretly waiting at the window for him to arrive.
The doorbell rings and with my heart thumping hard in my chest I take one long last look in the mirror. I’m wearing a pink fitted dress, its off the shoulders and clings to my curves. I have nude-colored strappy stilettos on, and my long dark hair is out and full.
He hasn’t seen me dressed up before, I want him to be wowed.
Right…., this is it.
Don’t fuck it up, Zoe.
I open the door and there he stands, 6ft3 of gorgeous man and it’s me who is wowed.
Black jeans that fit perfectly and show his sculptured thick quads, and a light blue shirt that hangs perfectly from his broad shoulders. Tanned muscular forearms that have thick veins coursing down to his perfect hands.
I nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of him.
Wow.
His brown hair is sitting in messy curls and his aftershave is next-level intoxicating.
“Hi.” He smiles, his eyes drop down my body.
“Hi.” I beam.
“You look fucking delicious,” he says as he steps forward and takes me into his arms.
Delicious.
He thinks I’m delicious.
Touch down!
I giggle as he walks me backwards into the house, with his lips locked on mine, his hands are on my behind, and I can feel his erection through his pants. “Screw going out, let’s fuck instead.” He smiles against my lips.
“No.”
He kisses me hungrily before he drops to his knees and begins to pull my dress up.
“Dylan.” I laugh as I step back from him. “We’re acting like grown up humans tonight, remember?”
“I prefer to be an adolescent animal.” He walks forward on his knees to try and grab me again.
“We’re going out on a date.” I grab his hands and pull him up from the floor.
“Ugh, fine.” He grumbles, he takes my hand in his. “You ready?”
“Aha.”
He leads me through the front door and out to his car, it’s a beat-up pale blue pickup truck, and I roll my lips to hide my smile. He couldn’t be more different to Rodney. Rodney is all about appearances, he drives a Porsche and wouldn’t be seen dead in this car. I look around at the dings and scratches, this car has character. I kind of like it.
Dylan opens the door for me and as I slink into the front seat I say, “Such a gentleman.” I smile.
“If you say so.” He slams the door shut and gets into the driver’s side and looks over at me, “So where do you want to go?”
He doesn’t have anything arranged,what?
