“Better than yesterday,” he replied. “Especially now.”
Gah. I almost wished he would go back to the overbearing, arrogant ass I was used to because I didn’t know what to do with this Landen Weber. He was thoughtful and almost…sweet.
“I don’t have much time, but I wanted to know if you’re free on Friday night.”
I didn’t tell him that I was always free on Fridays unless I was getting together with one of my girlfriends, so I merely said, “I’m free.”
“Then I’m taking you to dinner,” he declared. “7 o’clock. Wear a dress.”
Ah, there he was. “A dress?” I asked archly.
“Yes. Something short.”
I felt a buzz of irritation at his bossiness. “Where exactly do you intend to take me?”
The smile in his voice was back and I knew he could hear my annoyance. “It’s a surprise, but there’s a dress code.”
“And the rules requires me in a skirt?” I queried sarcastically, hiding the fact that I was excited he intended to take me somewhere nice enough to necessitate a dress code.
“No, that’s required by my plans for later.”
That statement sent heat straight from my nipples to between my thighs. Instead of acquiescing, I merely replied, “We’ll see.”
He chuckled again, but this time it was dark and hot. Sexy.
Shit, I was in deep, deep trouble because I really wanted to wear the dress he demanded but my own stubbornness meant it was imperative I assert my independence.
“I’m nothing if not flexible,” he stated.
I laughed because that was patently untrue. Landen Weber liked things his way, when he wanted, where he wanted.
“Well, in this case I will be,” he amended. It sounded more like a threat than a concession.
“Fine. I’ll see you on Friday.” I couldn’t resist giving him a hard time. “Are you picking me up?”
“Really?” he asked.
I snickered. “Okay, I’ll be ready at seven.”
“Good. I’m glad you like your present. You can show me how much on Friday. I’ll talk to you later.”
Before I could formulate a response to that outrageous statement, he disconnected the call. I stared at my phone, torn between amusement, arousal, and annoyance.
Then I texted him.
I changed my mind. I think we should wait a month instead of two weeks.
I knew he would catch my meaning though I didn’t state it outright. I laughed to myself, wondering what his response would be. There was no way in hell I was waiting a month, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
A few seconds later, he answered.
We’ll see.
Oh, yes, we would. Landen thrived on a challenge. And I’d just thrown down the gauntlet for him to pick up.
The next night,I stood in front of my full-length mirror, turning from side to side to check the fit of the jumpsuit.
While I had several nice dresses that were both short and sexy, I’d ignored them in favor of the black halter neck jumpsuit. The front featured a narrow, plunging neckline that revealed a thin swathe of skin from my collarbones to the base of my sternum. It was sexy without baring too much. But the back…that was a different story.
